This is such a simple little poem - but within it, a world of sorrow. If you hide who you really are, how will you ever find someone who is like you, and loves you for you? And since blue is so beautiful, why would you even want to hide it?
Masks - Shel Silverstein
She had blue skin.
And so did he.
He kept it hid
And so did she.
They searched for blue
Their whole life through,
Then passed right by –
And never knew.
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