The Purple Inside a Rainbow

I think I've always seen the world in color Bright radiants wisping within There was no realization discover It's something that always been Others around me paint in black and white Expectations are set and matched But they seem so persistently in fright That what they know is coming unlatched There may have been a point Where denial was in my pulsation A young girl afraid to disappoint In the center of invalidation Trying to label the unknown My mind is like a prison But to overcome is to grow And I grew in between the marmalade and crimson Maybe not the warm shaded dinges Maybe just in the void with plum? I'll stick to the basic umbrella of tinges Saturated by the pink, purple and blue hum Why do I need to use permanent paint for myself to avow? My sight is ever-developing and wayward No, I will stay in a comfort pigment for now Only purple can reside with my heart’s favored Vicious circle - I see in the bruised scene Purple - somewhere in the in between