Author's note be HERE. that other thing is part of the poem. Enjoy!

Sure, you can see the grey in this black and white world.

Not supposed to fall in love.

Not with them.

Not supposed to look like that.

Not in those clothes.

Not supposed to talk like that.

Not good speaking.

Not supposed to act like that.

Not in this crowd.

Not supposed to be different.

Not here. Never.

But I can see the red.

I will fall in love.

With them.