Part of me is bright pink-

perky and flamboyant,

happy and humorous,

always telling jokes and enjoying life.

But under that bright pink,

I am a fading blue,

like a blue sky that is being covered by dark clouds,

cautious and shy,

like an animal in a new habitat full of different species,

they’re both the colors of me that I show.

But when I’m that animal in the new habitat I turn grey,

full of anxiety and fear,

like having to switch schools in the middle of the year.

Other days I feel like the vibrant purple of a tulip beginning to die,

betrayed, used, and useless,

like a sentinel that has nothing to guard,

always watching my back and feeling left out.

But those are the sides of me I don’t show,

because of my fear of not being terribly important to anyone anymore,

just existing in people's lives.