Colours

Green is sort of a natural colour.
The trees are green,
The grass is green
But, green is also the colour of envy and greed.
The colour I think of  when I see her.
She’s got perfect hair,
Perfect skin,
Perfect grades,
Perfect family,
Perfect everything.
Her life is perfect,
While mine is falling apart.
Bit by bit,
Piece by piece!
What colour does she see,
When she looks in the mirror?
Purple, the colour of royalty?
Or Yellow, the colour of happiness?
Or is she actually sad inside?
Maybe Blue, the colour of sorrow?
Or Black, the colour of death?
Well what ever colour she sees,
I bet its perfect.
Everything to do with her is perfect.
She drives a perfect car, 
To her perfect house,
With her perfect boyfriend.
I wish that just once,
She could see how not so perfect,
She really is!
Then we would see the real her.
If only she knew what people actually think of,
What colour they actually see when the look at her.
I wonder, does she ever see the colour green?
I wonder,
I wonder.



**So this is one of my old ones, not the greatest, but I decided to post it anyway*

confusionteeni do not know?

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