Colors

look at me what do you see? what I see is a different picture then you might even when I fight some people just don't get me don't get who I am and I know I am my own person because I can never be anyone else but then life looks back at me telling me who am I? I'm a different image of myself everyone is either two-sided or has different personalities each day well hey I'm right here and I will not let the day waste me away because when the day rules me I have nothing else I still walk through these empty I was wondering if I belong wandering pondering and wondering through The dark these walls still hold me inside not letting me out and letting me thrive I see colors I'm not color blind I let colors drive in and out through my eyes I see the world from a different perspective in my eyes so hi I'm not the friendliest neighbor that you might see but even though still look at me you take a glance then look away all my feelings go to bay that box is still not open in the back of my closet yet who knows it might never open again so don't ask if I'm all right because I'm letting the boat rock as long as I might these walls are tight they're empty no One lets me thrive if they're only white