GREEN
I'm bang in the middle of VIBGYOR
Traffic control - I'm at the bottom of it
You'll turn my shade if you can't cure
Envy, jealousy or that urge to just vomit.
... next up was...
MAROON
I pushed off all my childhood mates
They seemed too far in the past anyway
As they drifted away to their fates
I felt I had just got rid of useless decay
Made my many affairs a few night stands
Discarded with disdain many a genuine gem
Connections were just like lines in the sands
Before the waves rushed in and wiped them
I was focused, and that's what I told myself
Others were mostly competitors for my turf
Or distractions, or relics on memories' shelf
Meanwhile, I had to catch the next wave to surf
With my alienating attitude of you-I-don't-need
They tried to cope, but left me alone after awhile
Without practice, my social skills atrophied
I forgot how to stretch my lips into a smile...
Loneliness crept up fast and I had no defense
There was no hand to hold, no bosom's cocoon
No warm words or smiling eyes, no friends
In the island of my own making, I'm a maroon...
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