There are many colours to me,
That you may not even know.
Sometimes it's hard to keep them in,
So I have no choice, but to let them show.
I am afraid of what you'll say,
Will you words cut deep.
I just want to hide away,
To sit in the corner and weep.
No matter what the world may say,
My colours will always show.
I must wake up and face the day,
Stand up tall and take a bow.
A contest entry
- Pic, lyrics or form prompt. take your pick! by RainbowGirl257.
500 points, ended May 2, 13 entries
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Comments
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you have some great rhyming. however, i don't quite know which option you chose, so please say so in your notes so I know what you based your poem on. In the second stanza, i don't quite understand the second line, was it supposed to say "will your," not, "will you"
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