Everyone saw her as yellow. Always so bright with only hints of topaz could be seen shining through. But what they didn't know was that past her blinding sunshine she held colors of dismay. At home scarlet frustration set beneath her skin. Torment began to rise the pressure and like a rash she couldn't get rid of her blood would boil and heat with irritation. Up into her room she tries to turn green to mellow herself. Only to fall into the shallows of her blue like state. She sits to herself drowning herself in tears of cyan and cobalt. She closes her eyes to stop those forbidden tears. Laying back on her bed she sinks herself into the indigo abyss. She feels nothing but numbness of rich violets accompanying her steadying her breath, for they know that just as the sun rises so will she. Oh what a colorful girl she is indeed.