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Gray Mind, Gray Planet

You've got me feeling

So gray, so blue.

I used to be purple, red, green,

Bright as anything.

My color, however, fades when I don't speak.

I mumble, whisper, mutter my words

For fear of being told that I'm wrong.

What I feel's not right, right?

I should be a quiet little thing--

So timid, so nice.

My voice so gray that I won't drown you out.

I resort to painting my head,

Little characters, with voices so free.

They're the ones with color to be shared.

I listen to them speak as I go to bed,

Teal, yellow, pink tones all in my mind.

The bones of a world once filled with life,

That is where these people live.

Colorful people on a gray planet.

( ?/?/2020 )

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