Across my belly was a dotted line,

Sharp, perfect, dotted lines as if someone printed it there when I wasn't looking,

Tracing my finger across the line, something as unusual as this,

But when your mind is in and out of sanity and insanity,

Nothing seems to surprise you.

So like I learned in elementary school,

I took a pair of scissors and cut across the dotted line,

Out pooled the colors, vibrantly mixing the rainbow inside me,

Gee, I never knew,

How colorful of a person I was.