Static

Color me green
because I want what you have,
and I'll do anything for it.
I'll put my identity on hold
in a vault
and take yours away from you,
and I'll have what you possess.
Color me red
because I won't be patient any longer,
and I will stand where you stand.
Color me black
because I was never pure,
and your blood marked me for death
to be executed in their minds.
Their eyes will erase me from sight.
Color me gray
because it's my life story
to live in this cold environment,
where I survive as an animal.
Color me blue
because I have done nothing but cried
as you entered my life
to represent everything I'm not,
and I hate you for existing.
Color me purple
because my skin is bruised
from depression's bites
and makes me lose control
as I visualize that smile on your face.
Color me in
because I am black and white,
trapped in an old, cracked tv set
that stares out into a world of color
as you sit before me and smile
without judgment in your eyes
and without a label on your shirt
while I try to break this glass
to join with you.
I want to live in your world,
where you are untouched
by the horrors of the past.
I don't want to be shaded anymore,
but there is no remote
to change this station.
So that I can enter your world.
I'm trapped watching you through this static
while you don't bother reading between the lines,
and I hate you
because you're me
existing in another time and another place,
because you were able to change with time
and go from static to color.