Dressed in garb so boring and plain
Whites and blues and blacks and greys
I epitomize gloom and pain
Like the dreary sky during rain.
Walking joyously with no tension or strain
Are hordes of people with coloured dresses and mane
With no worries of judgement, hypocrisy or shame
They live their lives, their own rules, their lane.
Didn’t realise when my clothes became my second skin
My personality, my thoughts, my attitude, my name
I tried to change my life, in vain
My colourless cries for help were considered insane.
Today I let go of everything.
My inhibitions, my insecurities,
My limitations, my baggage.
Today I became a rainbow person… from a plain Jane!
PS: no offense meant to anyone called Jane.
It’s after all just my lame attempt at a poem… to express myself.