"What's the use of being Blue?" I ask myself

Is Blue happiness or sadness? I guess it would depend on the person, don't you think?

Blue sometimes brings back happy memories

Like my dad's favorite color; our bond that began with a single hue

But Blue also brings back the way the world looked like when you were here too

Blue has a special way to shut me down and make me feel mute

At that specific moment, only Blue seemed to matter.

Then I think "What's the use of being Blue?"

What's the use of having to lie down, thinking the worst of yourself;

Not understanding why you can't be as perfect as everyone else

Thinking that it's entirely your fault for being faulty.

"What's the use of being Blue?"

Is Blue happiness or sadness?

Blue is excitement and recalling better days

The feeling of water hitting your skin as the sun glimmers down on you

For once, as the feeling of happiness sinks in, even though serendipity can't be helped but flash in the back of your mind

It's always too good to be true, isn't it?

Chance is almost always the case.

The way the sky shone on that day, not a cloud could be seen except blue

With friends surrounding and laughter being heard, somehow I still only saw Blue

They don't understand though, my friends

"How can you still see Blue? Don't we make you happy?"

Of course you do,

It's just that Blue has a special way to shut me down and make me feel mute

Blue are you a person? You seem pretty real to me

Even though others however might disagree.

"Something's wrong," they say, "that's not normal"

But little do they know that Blue seems to be within everyone;

it's just that

Others tend to see Blue a whole lot more.

I tried to explain Blue to you so you could understand

But words seem to falter as soon as they reach open air

"What's the use of feeling Blue?" you ask me; curiosity ringing in the air

Is Blue happiness or sadness?

"I don't know." I seem to say, Blue just has a special way to shut me down and make me feel mute.

Unspoken silence sinks in and fear begins to rise

"I understand."

Yellow shines for the first time.