Colorful personalities paint my mosaic.
Hours and hours people strive too much
Reading into every little color.
Insecurity beams through the martini
Seeming to end my hurt feelings.
Songs begin to play from the pictures
Yelling to keep my innocent purity.
Author notes
I wrote this poem back in 2005. I just added it. Notice how each line begins and ends with each letter of my name, Chrissy. It was an assignment for my creative writing class.
