The darkest rainbow is not the dullest.

Beauty is not a colour of yellow, red, orange or gold. It isn't bright, but seen.

Personality is not a colour of blue, green, brown or silver. It isn't dull, but hidden.

When you look at me, what do you see? A smile? Eyes glistening with the happiness I feel? Seeing either is nothing short of a lie.

I don't believe depression is an option, I refuse to label this; for I have genuine moments of happiness.

They've started to see my greens, blues and browns and even my silvers. My moments of sadness are peeking through.

They're seeing past my yellows my reds and my oranges - but they'll not see past the blinding glow of gold.

For as long as I hold a shade of disguise I am safe. With this i will be ok I'm certain.

I'll help myself as I always have hiding begin my dark rainbow - as i always have done - displaying the brightest colours to the world.