This crimson red,
The color of hate.
The color of evil.
I see it all around,
Everywhere I go.
Yet, maybe I could make it a purple or a pink.
These colors seem so much prettier.
Much more accepted among everyone else.
If I were to see pink,
People would think ohh how sweet.
Yet If I were to see red, the color of blood.
People would think I was crazy.
Yet may I ask,
Why must I change for others,
When I love the color so much.
