Pink
I was born, my skin all pink
I grew up, and it had seeped into my heart
My lungs filled with it
My eyes saw with it
And I was pink
It overflowed into my mouth
I swallowed all that pink
And when I threw it up
I saw that it was blue afterall
And I'm trying to hide the mess I made
But I in doing so, I touched it
My finger turned blue
And it seeped into my skin
My outside turned blue, too
And I finally matched, inside and out
This poem is about:
Me