Red is the color of lies.
It looks me right in the face and it tells me
that it is the color of love, the color of bood
the very thing that keeps me alive.
Red tells me not to fear it, then it jumps out at me,
Its eyes flickering with joy at the thought of me breaking. 
Red lurks behind every door and corner waiting to say hello.
Red screams at me, Red laughs when I fall.
Red leaves scars that bleed through my fragile ivory skin.
Red makes me feel unhuman, because Red lies.
Red lies to me because it can.
Red lies to you, Red is bold.
Red is the color of fire, raging and uncontrollable.
Red is the color of irises consumed by guilt.
Red swallows, Red rages, Red yells.
Red demands to be heard.
Red sneaks into my dreams
and takes me apart from the inside. 
Red removes my lungs and replaces them with iron weights,
Red warms your feet, then burns them.
Red lies about the woman at the store begging for money.
Red tells you that she's fine.
Red tells you to look down and ignore her.
Red is the color of my demons.
Red is standing infront of a crowd and saying 
"This is me!"
Red is screaming into a microphone
only to have a stuttered apology be heard. 
Red hides under your bed,
waiting for you to forget about it
just so that it can make you remember.
Red is a liar, Red is a cheat.
Red is a mean, two-sided and ugly version of everyone.
On some days, Red controls me.
it takes advantage of me, 
Red drags me behind it as it runs at full speed
Stopping aruptly so that I crash into it.
On other days, Red can't get to me.
Those are the days that I find Blue.
I find a purple balance.
I become a sunset, I become a galaxy.
Swirling with stars, a never ending mystery. 
I become myself, because purple is the real me.
The one that is not controlled by lies and cheating.
Not controlled by violence and anger.
I become the one that does not give in.
On those days, I find myself.