Inner Colors

Their faces

Even within the darkness

I can see them bore into

Dissect the outer layer

Of what I choose to let them see

Too worried about my inner colors

I continue to let them see the grey

Even with these choices I make

Like marbles in my hand

They occasionally slip and roll away

Meeting with the collection

Banging against my glass pane

One way glass is all I need

For me to look through the stained

The outer grey is all they see

Because I don't want them to see the depths of me

My inner colors tucked away

Just please, let me be.