Green

I like the color green, it’s the color of hope and dreams that I never had. The dandelions that always fly past my window tell me it is spring, and soon kids will play and laugh outside my window. I wish I could join them, but I don’t have the right to be happy. Every day the last words of my mother fill my head, repeatedly torturing me. “You’re a disappointment to me.” Maybe escape is the best option but now I’m not even brave enough to leave this tainted world behind. The pain coursing through me each day. Shattering the last bits of hope that I still had. Maybe it’s best if I was gone. I’m just a burden to the world, the black smears of paint in a colorful world.