Realistic Poetry

Purple

I am purple; a sad color.
Wired with red and blue,
I have the calming strokes of blue,
mixed with the fiery drops of red.

The darkness in me,
the shade that varies in color
as my mood is always changing.
I drown in the different hues.

I am a sad color.
The demons invading the depths of my brain
continue to get the best of me.
I am suffocating in the art of obliviousness.

I am a sad color.
I am asphyxiating in sadness,
taking away my breath with the
satisfying yet dangerous mix.

I am a sad color.
However I'm here to tell you otherwise.
I am light and contrasted with saturated pink.
I appear as if I'm a happy color.

I'm not a happy color,
but my pigments brainwash you,
leaving you to believe that
I am purple; a happy color.
C.V.

a/n: I really like color analogies and metaphors as you can tell