Colours

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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.

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