I used to hide behind my quiet walls
Afraid to fall, afraid to feel too small
The mirror wouldn’t show my soul
Just a shadow with no place to go
They called me loud, I called it free
I’m not the painting they want me to be
I won’t be drawn by someone else’s hand
I want honest colors, not just bland
Now I erase the lines they gave
And let my heart be the one to shape
Color me brave, with fire red
With steady blue for tears I’ve shed
No more hiding in silent doubt
I choose to stand, even if I’m left out
Give me yellow filled with light
And green for wounds that learned to fight
Color me not to be admired
But to be the self that I’ve desired
Every scar becomes a work of art
Every cry has played a healing part
Not everyone will understand
But I keep dancing with my open hands
I once hated what made me weak
Now I hold it close, the strength I seek
Because being fragile’s not a shame
It’s where the growing truly came
I don’t need to be flawless
All I want is real
Color me brave, with orange dreams
With black that holds what silence means
No need to cover all my past
Even the dark can help the light to last
Give me shades that breathe and burn
That speaks the truth at every turn
Color me not to be pretty
But to stay real and live sincerely
Let me draw beyond the lines
Let me stumble as I write
’Cause courage doesn’t mean I’m sure
It means I move, though I’m unsure
Color me brave with tones unknown
With colors not meant to please or clone
I wasn’t born to be the same
I was born to own my name
I won’t repaint what lives inside
Just because of the fear of not being accepted
As freely as the sky, that never apologizes for standing wide
