Yellow is the color of embarrassment. But blue, it's the color of sadness. Does it live in his mom's basement? Why does it deserve all the sadness? Doesn't it deserve some atonement? Why should it be maligned with such badness? Did it not go the way the other colors went? Why there is such bias, it's madness!?

Red is the color of rage, the color of passion. But blue, blue is the color of sadness. Here I have a to make a confession. Pour some flavor into this blandness. There will be given no concessions. Not with just random blindness. Else I will give up all my possessions. Just to relieve myself of this sickness.

Green is the color of envy, can be of nature, All the while blue, still is the color of sadness. There is no hope for it, no future. This agony, this pain is endless. No one wants to keep it, to nurture. To treat it with love, with gentleness. It only deserves hate and torture. The punishment it gets for it's fickleness.

White, is the color of peace, Blue can be the color of calmness. Take it in portions, smaller piece. It can rid of the darkness. A demon to appease. Better than just blackness. It has hope and ease. Blue is more than, just the color of sadness.

And it's okay to just feel blue sometime. As long as you remember the hope inside.