I wish I was born blue.
Why did I have to be born white?
So pure and untainted.
So fragile and mouldable.
Why couldn’t I have been blue?
You taught me not to hope, not to wish.
But here I am turning my back against that lesson for just one thing.
If I close my eyes tight enough maybe I can dream?
I wish I was born blue.
Things never go as they seem.
You’re a blank canvas for the world to paint.
But people take your beautiful sketching and cross out some unique lines.
Why? Because you’re not blue.
People when they grow up, They all turn blue.
Some want others to be blue too. To be like them.
They will turn the innocent white their shade out of spite.
It’s an ugly place that taints the bright because you aren’t blue.
It’s times like these where I should be asleep that I’m crying to myself wondering why I wasn’t born blue.
Why couldn’t this world have made me blue from the start instead of giving me a taste of what it’s like to be colourful.
Just why couldn’t I have been born blue?
I’ve tried changing my colours, I’ve tried starting anew.
But it has soaked into my very core, this ugly shade of blue.
Please tell me why I couldn’t have been born with this grotesque hue.
This shade leaks and it stains but I’m trying my best to make sure that no one else turns it too.
So please…
I wish and I wish with all my might that I could be born blue.
It would honestly numb all of the pain from the loss of my colourful hues.
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