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I Wish I Was Red, but Instead I'm Blue
I wish I was red
Bold and loud
And angry
But instead I am blue
Timid and silent
And so, so
sad
I wish I was burning
I would scream and yell until my lungs gave out
People would have to notice and hear me burning
But instead I am drowning
It's hard to scream with your lungs so full water
People won't even notice when I die
When I drown
I wish I was fire
People would be trained to be cautious around me
One mistake and everything you've ever known just might go up in flames
But instead I am water
People know I am docile and meek
I get used without a second thought
I’m just very usable
I wish I was a forest fire
Everyone would watch me as I burned bright
They would watch me like I was a dying star
But instead I am the ocean
I am never ending void of ever increasing pressure
They can try but they will never get to the bottom of me
Not unless they want to be crushed too
I wish I was red
I wish I was angry
I wish I could let myself be angry
But instead I am blue
I am just so sad
My soul is overflowing with sad
I'm so sad
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Anyway, check out my profile too in Teen Ink, especially my first and second poems...
I am the the sad type of messed up not the angry type, and sometimes I wish I was so that I wouldn't be seen as a push over.