Rubix Cube

i wake up in the morning wash not one face, but six pigments on each side, crawling to be seen, but never mix again i change, but always the same unable to show all my range the rainbow is to blame why can’t i choose one way to be maybe people would stay belonging is alien to me but i don’t let myself astray the colours have made their mark forever in my life slowly losing my light and spark darkness seaping like wounds from a knife seen, but never solved