You stand in front of the mirror and paint yourself grey 

You tell yourself you are the same as them

The same as the people that brush you in the hallway

      You do not enjoy painting 

      You do not know how to cross stitch

      You do, but that is not them. 

You lie about who you are inside 

and find an emptiness you never imagined 

In the cavities of your body. 

Grey is not your color, and you know it

But still you conformand tell yourself

      You do not write poetry

      You do not like seafood

But then you stand in your room alone 

And feel that emptiness

Because you know yuo are not grey, yoiu are a rainbow

You are the ocean in a drop

You are the universe

      You enjoy painting

      You know how to cross stitch

      You write poetry

      You collect love seafood

      You collect sweatchirts and seashells

      You hate big parties

      You put glow in the dark stickers on your ceiling 

      You are not them

Because you are not grey, you are a rainbow, an ocean, and a universe.