"At the end of the day all we have is who we are"
Hide all the mirrors,
they serve me to nothing
All pieces of souls
Scattered in a stained glass structure.
I try to see what part of myself is there
And there is only
What I am not.
I change colors again
I am afraid so I try new rues
I try to become the world around me.
It makes me dizzy.
Yet I am not myself anymore.
I am sure I am not sure.
And you see I am
I was and am not.
No longer, then I am green again.
Will I be it again?
So my colors change and adapt (to what?)
Inside, it seems black and white.
A rainbow, in shades of grey.