Red

The first color of the rainbow

The color a lot of people wear

The color the think about when they think of death

The color I see each time I get mad

They tease me and hit me

I've put up with it for so long

I can't control it like I use to

I can't get it out of my head

The image of you dead all because I saw the color red

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