Muted Colours

Hello Everyone, This is a poem based an important lesson I learned: 'You're beautiful people and deserve to be free and true to yourself', so I wanted to encourage you all too. Crow Crow :)

Muted Colours

What was I thinking? 

Why didn’t I feel like I was good enough as I am? 

Why was I so afraid to be me?

I’m different. Neurodivergent. 

I see the world different from others,

Ridiculed or overlooked because of this. 

                 …That’s why I was so afraid.

That’s why I hid… 

The world is loud, so I masked myself in colours mirroring that,

Blue, green, purple, pink.

The main colours I see in Aurora Borealis, my namesake. 

I cloaked my sensitivity, 

                               I hid my anxiety,

       I masked my stimming 

In hopes that the world 

Would then accept me…

      

This cloak of bold colours is exhausting to wear…

  

Why should the opinion of others affect me?

Strangers dictate my life?

Shouldn’t only the opinions of those who truly love us matter?

And aren’t there also people out there who understand?

Aren’t there more toned down Northern Lights?

The world may not be open to accept me yet, but I am. 

Therefore I’m allowing myself to be me. 

The real me,

The me that stims,

The quieter and sensitive me,

My true self, in muted colours.

Author's Note

Hi, I'd just like to ask everyone to please be nice if they review this or reply to other comments. Hope you liked the poem, and I take constructive feedback or criticism if you have any. Thank you