The Sweetest Peach

Black or white prevails I'm gray from inside out The wind that guides my sails What I'm all about Most wear tinted shades A gift I was not granted Easily they spit blades That's not why I was planted Stand for one or fall for all A quote that echoes my walls of thought If only they could see what I saw How for the truth, I've sought There is no simple answer Regardless how intensely I seek It is a brain rotting cancer Only what I feel, I can speak It must be a life of simplicity Aboard the common train Mindlessly reacting viciously Without witnessing the rain Two sides to every tale Assure that both have bruises They endured a different hell Sadly, Each party loses The time has come my trait, not an advantage My insides are numb A wound I can't bandage The jealousy others encompass Demands that I choose The painful sound of trumpets Leaves me with the blues Something my mother quoted About being the sweetest peach Is a fact, I have noted My dearest friends would teach