You told me once that things are not always black and white, sometimes there is a lot of grey area.
Is that why I became like this? But sensei, what color did you see me as?
I tried to be like you. Things would be so much easier if my sight was limited to grey scale.
I wouldn't toss and turn in the night thinking of the inevitable.
My face is white and my hair is black but my insides are red.
Your eyes never noticed.
I'm not the only one whose blood is red.
