Kaleidoscope

The world is lit, bathe with brilliant spectrum,

Unified and split, controlled by divergent colors.

Some adorned with bliss, with gloom.

With different shades, with different hues.

The mirror shows a figure of purple royalty,

Yet kinsmen see a pale yellow that swerve and sheer,

While others see a skin of dark blue sagacity

Does this mean I am not honest and sincere?

Man has only one color true within,

But multiple in treacherous pretense.

How can one determine his answer to his own riddle,

If the one who questions is falsely genuine.

Who am I? Am I good? Am I evil?

Keeping up facades destroys the soul.

Now I am nothing but an empty vessel.

Just a kaleidoscopic shell awaiting its refill.