We are like a set of colour pencils,
all the vibrant shades of red and blue and pink put together in one box,
the rainbow looking incomplete with even one of us missing.
We are pulled out of the box with our tips sharpened,
ready to fill up the part that belongs to us in this vast canvas of the universe.
We scrub and scratch against the white wall until the tips are blunt and all the sharpening has burnt us out,
Until there are no whites left.