I see through colored glasses

The lenses have before been worn

People in the hallway separated in colors

Shades of yellow green, and orange.

Tapestries of deceit and lies are spun

Chameleons, they are, shedding skin

She is wearing green today

But clothing may not conceal to me the color that she’s been.

Squaring them away by the tens

My vision is a bit tainted, I suppose

Orchid is a rarity

And I only know one red rose.

I could just lift them from my eyes

And see just like everyone sees

But I’m tired of being fooled by wolves wearing sheep’s clothing

And people shrouding their true selves in dyes.

Through a kaleidoscope of confusion

And a rainbow of doubt

I see all the answers clearly

Glasses or without.