Red is the color of the girl who is headstrong and passionate, beautiful with the way she swings her hips and the way she laughs, breathes, lives.

Orange is the girl who smiles, jokes, laughs. The girl who believes the best in others, and sees the future as an adventure.

Yellow is the boy with a hue to his face. He not only illuminates his encounters paths, but his own. He inspires you and he inspires me.

Green is the girl who is steady like the sand on the ever moving ocean floor. The girl who is interchangeably growing and changing.

It is all wrong.

Red is the color of blood that drips from her veins. The darkness surrounds her and she is its willing servant.

Orange is the girl who covers the bruises that envelop her. She has no choice but to fake it all, abusing herself mentally, until she becomes numb.

Yellow spots his visions as he heaves. As he pinches his protruding ribs, and cries. He just wants to be "beautiful".

She is the most deceiving of them all. She believes not in change, she believes not in growing. Her greenness does not exist, because her faith has shriveled up and died. She is not even a person, her humanity is gone. She is walking in a state of paralysis. An awake comatose. She is dead, but breathing.