Pastel Coloured Rooms

It's not a question of where or when

It's more of a question of how've we been

So close your eyes and count to ten

Then imagine these words written in pen

Rooms and corridors await some of us

When people start wondering what's all the fuss

All we want is to scream and to cuss

But in the hallways our voices stay hushed

There's a color for each of us, some yellow some green

Some to keep us normal and others stay lean

Energy and sadness aren't enough to keep us clean

As if nobody seems to understand what we mean

But look to the sky the stars won't burn out

At least not before us, for that there's no doubt

So share a hug share a smile, kiss from your mouth

Your words are like lifesavers, and I'll never run out

-M

Reviews

[Tamika]

This is so good! I love how it's been written. I think this poem so accurately describes what teenagers feel and go through day by day. I love the part which says "All we want is to scream and to cuss/But in the hallways our voices stay hushed" I also adore the part about the stars not burning out before us, such a wonderful poem and it tells truth. Well done.