lies of color

Pictures, Pictures everywhere
pictures pitures see you there
bright and dull
plastered upon the wall

staring me in the face
telling me what i have missed
in the big scary world, laced with lace
a world i yearn to kiss
a world slowly becomeing defaced

a lie here a lie there
mother says they are little white lie
and yet the world is filled with color
for what big lies they must be.

i wonder which color is the worst
black, green, maybe a red
or prehaps yellow, surely the color is cusred
ther i think, as i lay in bed

waht lies my room holds
for it is a live with color, with lies
colors yets so bold
they hold me there, growing ties

my walls know everything
everything of me,
my thought brought to mind
everything unseen

hidden from the big scary world
and yet unhidden is the world
what are the lies
the lies staring us in the face
the color being its' little spies
eyesight seeming such a colorful waste