I may come across to others

as a normal teenage girl

with brown hair

and green eyes

But underneath

I am much more

not a flower or tree

not a rain storm or blizzard

But a rainbow

a layered rainbow with many personalities

When I’m upset

or under the weather

When I sit alone

pondering my thoughts

I am the deepest blue of a rainbow

storm clouds at the end

an empty pot, no gold

But when I perk up

my color changes

lighting up to a magnificent yellow

I become joyful

pots overflowing with gold

rays of sun shining down upon me

until another storm comes

hiding me until it passes

I relax and start to show again

and again

and again

The brown-haired, green-eyed girl

is a rainbow.

a dark, bright, brilliant rainbow all in one shine.