If you’re grey on the outside,
are you grey on the inside, too?
Forever a colour
that is not a colour?
Neither bright, nor dull
but a fluffy, half-formed
substance in-between?
A blur of identity,
an endless game of cat
and mouse,
see-sawing up and down,
with the fear of staying
who you are
at one end,
and the fear of
becoming someone new
at the other.
If you’re grey on the inside,
are you grey on the outside, too?