There are so many things you want to tell,
but you stay silent instead,
afraid of what they could think or say,
locked your thoughts in your head.
Sometimes is easy, sometimes is not,
to hide that impulse, avoid the show.
Sometimes is white, sometimes is black,
they wouldn’t understand, you just know.
Too many risks, too much fear,
still you wish for someone to be near,
to recognize your true colorful self,
to be proud, leave it up on the shelf.