July 10, 2016
I am a million shades of different colours and I’m supposed to tell you when I feel grey.
But they all blend together so discretely.
So I’m sorry that I’m not always sorry I can’t tell them apart.
There are nights I could swear to you that I’m pretty sure I’m red, but by the time I go home I might have faded into blue.
And I can’t always keep up, either.
You want to know what colour I am, but believe me, so do I.