Blue

You tell me that I'm blue.
A dark, dull, navy blue.
I am blue, so sadly blue,
Lying still without a purpose,
In desultory depression
Highlighted, or rather overcast,
By my darker shade of blue.

You tell me you are worried,
That I shouldn't be this way.
That a boy like me should be
A yellowey adventurer instead,
Or even an irrational, lusty red.
Something, just something else,
Maybe an envious green, like you,
But anything other than blue.

And I reply without much alarm,
That I was simply napping.
And if you'd loosen up the shades,
You'd find that my blue
Is a lighter blue, a calmer blue,
A content and comfortable,
Vibrant blue.

Now get the hell out of my room.