My War

If my war was a color  
of course, it would be red  
 
Not as bright as the color  
on my head  
 
It would have a different hue to it  
from the brightest light to the darkest blue through it  
 
You did not realize what you had done  
Started something under my sun  
 
Toss a coin in a fountain  
and dream  
 
That the nightmare you created  
does not come and bite you till you scream  
 
Yes my war is not internal  
you may have found  
 
I do not like being played with  
I am not your clown  
 
Ponder a thought or maybe two  
I know it was you.