Color Poem

Part of me is gray,

I am subtle and quiet,

I show detail and stride,

I can bring out other's best

Yet dull my own.




Though I'm not always gray,

Sometimes I am blood red,

Filled with fire and hatred,

Suffering from anger and confusion,

Lost in what seems hopelessness.




I can be very different,

I can be dull and effective,

Or I can be bright and out of place,

Both are what I've become.