The happiest colour in the world is yellow.
So I've decided to paint all my walls with yellow paint.
I've decided to throw out all my clothes that aren't yellow.
My food is all yellow,
My drink;
Yellow.
But I still feel
Sad.
When I was twelve,
My favourite colour was purple, I wanted my mum to paint all my walls
Purple.
But the shade I chose was too dark.
So we settled with a colour that wouldn't make my room feel so
Small.
Yet my room has always felt small, no matter what colour I painted it.
It's still four walls.
I thought changing my surroundings would make me happy.
How naive I was to think my happiness revolved around my
Environment.
So I decided to paint my mind with
yellow paint.
YOU ARE READING
How I Became the Sun
PoetryA poetry collection about learning how to become the sun after my struggles with past trauma, love, heartbreak, and the hardest struggle of learning to love myself. "Life has hurt me but I still love life"
