Through Me

I’m an open book, I’ll tell you what you need.

Read me long enough, and you’ll see right through me.

I’m transparent, I’m a crystal ball.

I’m confusing, I’m overwhelming.

I’m blurred, but I’m always spot on.

I’m sheer, I’m every colour.

Put me in front of anything, you’ll see right through me.

I’m warm, I’m wet.

I’m cold, I’m textured.

I’m a riot of something, I’m not sure.

I’m colourless, I’m iridescent.

Pinch the wrong chord, and you’ll see right through me.

I’m deep, I’m dark.

I’m loud, I’m anything but monochrome.

I’m not muted, but I’m sure you wish I was.

I’m washed-out, I’m pure.

Touch me one more time, and you’ll see right through me.

I’m tinted, what can I say?

But I’m bright, I’m glowing, I’m gay, I’m flaming, I’m flamboyant, I’m delicate.

I’m bold.