They want me blue, but I'm actually lilac.

Or green, pink, grey - it doesn't matter to me.

I'm not a rainbow because that's too much colour for me.

I'm not a non-colour because I want to be more.

I dress in a mannequin uniform.

For every illusion, I have sesame left over.

Real sesame: bitter, bad taste.

May my tongue pity me.

My throat scratches with words that aren't mine.

A straitjacket soiled with various colours.

An invisible contract with many lines between it.

What they demand of me is nothing but pretence. 

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