The Black in the Rainbow

Okay this may seem weird to anyone who doesn't know. But to all those who understand; you're not alone. Just remember to open your eyes.

As I walk the halls,
i see color.
Not on skin,
but in soul,
There's the preppy pink
The happy yellow
The wild orange
The lustful red.
But I find myself lost...
The black one,
A dark spot among these colorful people.
They call me emo,
just because I wear black skinny jeans and converse.
But they judge by appearance.
What are my scars to them?
And so I take the instrument of death
and whisper death's true name,
known only in last breath
and join the rainbow never to be seen again...

Author's Note

Ignore the grammar, it's poetry okay?
It may seem a bit dark but that's just the way I write.