Blue to Yellow

These past few years I saw myself as blue
My face is blue
My eyes
My clothes
It seemed to make sense that I was blue

I never had a lot to say
And when I did it was more of a whisper than a shout
I got used to being blue
I wore blue sweats and shirts
I made being blue the center of my life
Until one day they no longer called me blue

They called me yellow
Could I really be yellow?
Maybe I could
I could have more to say, more to eat
I could shout instead of whisper
Dance instead of walk
I could wear yellow and smile
I didn’t have to be blue anymore
I could finally be me