the reject was cobalt,
and chaotic like the ocean.
the oddball was emerald,
and wild like a whirlpool of emotion.
the outcast was charcoal,
and daunting like the shadows.
the artist was magenta,
and bright like a blooming meadow.
the pariah was scarlet,
and to the burning fires immune.
the misfit was silver,
and bright like the glowing full moon.
and they all gleamed vibrant,
unique like a canvas of paints.
but everyone around them was colorblind,
so the grey became their restraints.
for so long their true colors were hidden,
until one by one, they faded from sight.
as they blended in with the world around them,
they dimmed to nothing but grey and white.
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Words to My Demons | Poetry ✔️
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