Mother a deep crimson
Father a dusty teal
Brother a tea green
All that I had seen

Strong willed and never yielding
Was the motto of my mother
I watched her shape my family
Through methods I’m not to ponder

Broken glass and shattered hearts
Trailed behind my father
I watched him cry and saw him beg
His mistress still fled farther

A place to be accepted
was what my brother always sought
I watched him crumble and fall apart
As he realized it was for naught

Everyone a pretty color
All of us one in the same

Mother a deep crimson
Father a dusty teal
Brother a tea green
All that I had seen

But such beauty combined
Leaves beauty behind
As colors muddle
And ties unwind

I left long ago
The fights had gotten old
In my eyes, I was a disgrace

I left long ago
I abandoned my home...