A color assortment I have set before me
In an attempt to feel free.
Which color should I pick first?
Which ones should I save for last?
Blue was my boyfriends favorite color,
So how about I start with those.
The blue ones represent how much I
Hate him and everything he did to me.
Pink was my best friends favorite color,
Those ones will be next. The color pink
To represent all the backstabbing she did to me.
Iâ??m starting to feel ill, but I must keep on going.
Yellow was my mothers favorite color.
The way she was smothering is represented by yellow.
Green was my dads favorite color.
The shouting and screaming and constant complaints
Of how nothing ever got done right,
Will be represented by green.
The pile is almost gone, and I am feeling sort of poorly
Only a few left, and soon I will not feel poorly anymore.
Last is my personal favorite, red.
Red is my favorite color, to represent all the pain I have been through.
The pain from what I felt from everyone around is all in the red.
As I swallow the last red pill my anguish has diminished.
All the colors of my personal rainbow, I have taken
Have numbed me of all my pain, now I am like a bird.
Free to fly away. Free from all my hurt, free from all my pain.
