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Color Blind by Emily Galbraith
Colors , oh so many colors Vivid blue skies Vibrant green grass My heart lifts high in my chest . In the distance a black storm cloud emerges , but I fail to see it . You see , I ’ m sniffing the daffodils in the garden . Oh , they smell so sweet . I feel a drop trickle my nose . “ Uh oh ,” I say in immediate panic . It ’ s going to rain . Not just rain — it ' s going to storm . I take cover under the covers of my bed , finding solace there . There , the rain doesn ’ t seem so bad . Mom breaks my little bubble . “ This isn ’ t normal , honey .” So , I go to the cell . The cell with the white brick walls , With others that are supposed to be like me . They aren ’ t . I ’ ve never met another like me . The man in the lab coat asks me all kinds of questions : Why are you here ? He tells me I ’ m bipolar . No , that can ’ t be . I promised myself I would never be my father ! They give me a new pill , a mood stabilizer , Which I know is just the nicer term for an anti-psychotic . Now the world is no longer as vibrant . But the clouds rolling in the distance aren ’ t as dark or scary .