Muted

I am not

who you think

I am.

I'm passion and

fire and

love and extremes

always contradicting

switching between

black and white

and fascinating color.

I'm too much

in my head

I don't know how

to fabricate the

real me

into reality.

So instead of

bright reds,

or pretty blues,

or wild purples,

I want to be;

I fade into

the background

just a muted,

lifeless gray.

I'm not

who you think

I am.