Painting Blue

The pain in me was hard to hide,

But unfortunate me had no one to rely.

The suppressed opinions wanted a stage,

But none provided me one.

The thoughts inside me raised a storm,

I needed someone to hear me out.

I tried to raise my voice,

But being the youngest, my opinions were shut.

I tried to speak in school events,

But introverted me stopped myself.

All the voices once raised a storm in me.

I needed to take them out.

Finally someone came to my help

And paid my thoughts, opinions and pain a homage.

The paper yes the sacred paper let me paint myself in blue on its white sanity.