My True Colors

My True Colors

My True
Colors…

Some days I’m white,
The color of freedom, the color of light
Flying through the air without a care.
Like an angel, up to heaven…

But no one sees my other black, dark side.
I hide this darkness with my light.
Because who I really am sometimes,
Is like a swirling tornado through the suburbs

The last and third side of me comes out in writing,
Mysterious, and fighting,
Just like a deep ocean blue
Sometimes… You can’t see the tears or laughs coming.