The sky wakes me up with an assortment of colours,
all too vibrant for my eyes, yet miraculous to others.
I try to hide from it, yet the sky knows where I go,
Its beautiful shades make me question what I know.
"Why must you hide? Don't you believe I am pretty?"
It pulls me from my hole, my hole made of pitty.
"Everyone loves me, then why don't you?"
My eyes start to burn from the glowing, bright hue.
Suddenly, I am blessed for the colours are gone,
But it doesn't feel right, it somehow feels wrong.
In only a few seconds, my smile fades away,
I now realize that it is too dark to play.