True Colours

Thoughts circling my mind
The only colour on this page is white
The grass is always greener
My side has a grey and black demeanour
I guess that’s why they call it the blues
Nobody I knew was born with a silver spoon
Golden opportunities aren’t handed to you
Trapped in the red what are you going to do?
With bank accounts emptied, green with envy
Caught red handed we don’t seem as friendly
You can keep on your rose tinted spectacles
Tickle yourself pink, at this working spectacle
This is a work in progress, save your protests
Judge me on the blue ink when my pen rests
Because our true colours, you can never compete with
We see red, we tell white lies, and we aren’t complete
So let me bring the colour to a grey area
We’re black sheep and you’re not fair on us



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