My Colors

I am green,

on edge,

a shaking silhouette,

swirling my fingers around each other

and holding on to whatever I can.

I am red,

immersed,

a boundless creator,

letting my eyes roam wherever they please

and keeping sights captured on paper.

I am blue,

barely afloat,

a disillusioned shell,

with my hair hanging in the way of my face

and turning away from the accusing sun.

I am yellow,

starry-eyed,

a restless optimist

my feet bouncing quickly on the ground

and waiting for the gun to go off.