I was made this way.

I CAN'T HELP THE FACT++

that I was painted the color gray.

fixed in the position of eternal confusion.

that fact of the matter,
was that when this painter mixed these two--
 non-hues from the grey-scale.

COLLIDED with true and false,
and un-paired with lonely.

It seems to have felt like a murder,
creating the Frankenstein I have become.

The true beauty from within exploding,
but no real positives coming out of the manner.

The freshly vaccumed carpet, oh yes, it tickles the bottoms of my feet.

and the cold morning wood floor,
sends chills up my legs.

I'm enjoying all the things,
we say we forgot,
but we cherish the most.

I'm forgetting all the things,
we long to have and never leave.

My mistakes,
are the garden--
where my personality grows.

and I'm flying above,
where the sun used to set,
and the moon now glows.

Of course the painter didn't mean,
for me to crumble with age,

who knew the egg whites of the painting couldn't last--
8 decades?

It's fine now really.
the gray has started to turn blue.

the non-color in my life,
now it is a hue.

To see my self-worth,
was the first goal,
that I had begun.

The only one I'd reach,
before the rise of the sun.