Treasured Memories (Poetry Book Number Three)

True Colors Inside

I've got this pain in my chest
But nobody will care, right?
They think I'm filled with happy colors
When inside, I am black and white

I have this mask that's on my face
So people think that I am tough
But it's not about me hiding myself
It's about people not taking it off

I hide because nobody will care
I hide because they won't understand
But then they judge like they know everything
Then when you're dead they hold your hand

It's funny how it is all true
How people judge the things we hide
But it's not us. It's really them
They don't see the true colors inside

Z.