Colourful
Colourful
Why everything is colourful instead of what I feel inside.
Everything is colourful,
Which can be whole on its own,
Or made whole so that it can be sold.
You can tell in which category I belong,
And even if you can't, you will when you learn to be honest with your own.
My background which is me, reflecting the things I feel inside,
And always tell me nothing remains by your side.
I have sparkly eyes which people refer as a dream,
But is that really mine or just applied cream.
Trying to make me whole by dressing me up with a sparkling tiara flower,
Independently sprinkling its own beauty.
Because you don't even wanna know that beauty comes from inside
And not by standing with it by its side
I dare you to look what's inside of me,
But you can't because that is the thing only warrior can see.
Now I will not ask who I am,
Because that is the thing only I can find.