She understands not
The rush of it all
Of the various colours you wear
From whom are you hiding?
What really are you hiding?
Is there really a reason,
Of the various shades you have,
Changing more drastically than the seasons?
All this and more she wonders,
Too shocked to ask,
But still curious to find out!
Why hide the scars beneath
Yet they tell of a conquered past?
Why hide the dark spotty spots,
Yet in them she sees a passed teenage?
The dark black or brown markings
Along your eyes I see their marks
Is it to prevent the flowing tears?
Or are you covering the seen past
To clear way for a brighter day?
Your bloody lips she fears,
As its colour can never erase
All the words uttered in the past,
Nor can they sweeten,
To calm the unseen wraths!
Convert her not
To your undefined clique
That takes the beauty of colour
Too far and too much
To destroy the already beautiful form
That was once the real you
Maybe to the ways of the world
She is too young to understand
What really the essence of colour entails,
But for now please spare her,
Let her watch you in bewilderment,
She too will know that essence!