The People of Gray

No one understands her
She sits alone in her room, hoping
She sits alone in her room, dreaming
She sits there,
Knowing her facade is quickly dulling
She can only remain gray for so long
The colors come spilling out
Oceans of green, orange, purple, blue
It hurts their eyes
They scream and run, the people of gray
She bombards their houses,
She tears down their walls of gray
She mutes their calls of gray
She floods their halls of gray
Nothing remains
Only color
Only she