Red

Poem about beauty, pain, identity, and death. (Written for my book)

All I see is red.
The kind of red she wears proudly on her lips.
The kind of red she paints her nails with
All I feel is red.
The kind of red that oozes down my back.
The kind of red she suffocates me with.
A color so bright and dark at the same time.
A color that was my home. It told me I was alone.
It told me I was ugly but you made me ugly.
I love the color red because it makes me human.
Even if it means I'm dead.