i certainly am the colour blue,
or even yellow if i want to be,
no, i don't mean my skin,
but deep down within me,

and justly so, i can be anger,
violently furied with red,
i can be such wrath,
black pulsing through my head,

Or i can be serene,
coole as a spring breeze,
leaving you peacfully,
to sleep through the blue ease.

oh i hate to admit it,
but i can be very green,
when luck runs out,
and i'm left feeling shame.

these are the true colour,
of my...awkward personailty,
i hoped you enjoyed this poem,
for you've discovered what's within me.