• Everyday, I look out the same window. It's colors mix and blend, to create even more wonderous designs. There are some points, where lines do not let the colors meet. What will happen? Do they simply stay where they are, or do they try to make it across the borderline. This is simply my life. If the colors go straight, they can curve to mix with others. That's me. I go out of my way to make my friends happy, even if I do something stupid, or do something ridiculous. If they are sad, I make them happy. If they're angry, I can help them feel relieved. I only say this now... because some people don't notice what I try to do for them. All they can say is, " What the hell are you trying to do?! " Then laugh, go away, and leave me to stand there alone. I can only wish to be accepted, and only some have. I have dreamt it, but the saying that "dreams do come true"... well... sometimes I think that all that is bull. My heart has been broken and put back together like a jigsaw puzzle, too many times to count. I tried to flex with the way that they went, but I just found that I was trying to stretch my neck too far over the black line to see the other colors. So... Here I am. A lone color... Wishing to be with the others, and make them mix, have fun, and most of all... Feel accepted. I may not feel it... but all I wish... Is for them to have the feeling instead.