Why does everyone else live in color

in shades of golds, pinks, and beige.

Flakes of emerald surround their bodies

while lavender seeps from the things they say.

I see reds within their chests,

a silver lining behind their eyes,

murky hazel thoughts,

and dreams of mixed blue dyes.

I see their colors mingle,

painting pictures of their lives.

Their colors look so bright

from behind my world of black and white.