Everyone has a color to them.
Their emotion, what they will silently reveal to anyone with a good eye.
But as you all look at me, you see nothing.
You see the misty gray waters of my emotions, the one thing that you can't see about me.
I've been visited by:
Rage, the bloody battlefield my heart fights on.
The sea, where my eyes never fall far from contributing to its salty water.
I've been visited by darkness, where the horror of my actions revisit me.
I've rarely seen the sun though, for smiles and laughter tend to never appear on my face.
But my most visited emotion is the mist. Many pale shades of gray surround me,
making me feel plain, without the feeling that I have worth.
..
You think I have no personality as I pass you by, but you really have no idea.
I walk around with my plastic smiles, glass eyes, and laughs that sound genuine
but you are naive. You can't see inside me. You don't see the pain and longing that
surrounds me every day.
The thing is though...
You never will.
