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
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