The Different Kid
The Different Kid was colorful
His voice was loud
His eyes were bright
Sunny hair and a wide, white smile
They say that if you brushed against him,
You’d walk away with a rainbow on your shoulder
And a warm feeling in your skin
On a golden day,
In a bright red park,
The Different Kid
Was too colorful for three others
Who had painted themselves red
In an attempt to blend in with their current surroundings
So they hit and laughed and kicked and teased
Until the Different Kid
Was drained of color
Transparent and fragile as cellophane,
The Different Kid went home
A was later found in a dead, brown tree
Swinging in the colorless wind
It’s strange, really,
How the boy whose endless colors
Made everyone smile
Was never smiling himself
And we didn’t notice
Until the color was gone