Colours.

he is not the one

not the one I wanted you to see

there’s too many of them

pulling and pushing

my brain running wild

a new crown everyday

feeling colours differently

effortless along with the wind

the red of my rage

clothes falling in the purple

the grey still here

hoping to forever die

but always in aesthetic

but beyond this splash

beneath the pride

for they merge in the disc

the pure remains intact

hoping to find its own

Inspired by “Sims” by Lauv.