A/N: Just another poem I decided to share with you guys. I'm feeling kind of weird lately - thank you mental illnesses! Anywho, I hope you like it, and share your opinion on it.
I'm pastel on my own.
Bright only in the dullest sense.
Soft and I'm destroyed by a smudge.
Beautiful to the eyes.
Shallow in a wave of emotion.
Pretty words are everything.
Tell me I don't need saturation.
It's not fair, closed off and losing time.
So devoid of color it's hard to breath.
Pastel on my own.
I'll make peace with my home.
Tell me I'll be- don't tell me I can't see.
Caught in a rainbow.
I'm the air in between, everything is real but me.
I'm too vague.