How do I start this? I know everything about you, yet I can't conjure up a thing. I'll start with the colour pink, I guess. I know why you love it so much. Not just because it's cute and it makes you feel girly, but because it reminds you of when life was good. When you had pink sweaters and tutus and slippers. When your cheeks were rosy because of how much you had been laughing. When you'd pick out that one barbie and dress it up in ways you could only dream of. When you dreamt of ponies and roses. When you saw the world threw rose-tinted glasses. Before they were ripped off your face and thrown to the ground. Before the world turned gray. Before you started covering up your body because of fear. Before your face was so pale you looked dead. Before you stopped laughing and smiling. Before you were too sad to play with your toys. Before your dreams turned to nightmares and then disappeared. That's why you like pink. It's a distraction. But don't forget, you can't hide behind your broken glasses forever. One day someone will take them away again. Your rose-tinted glasses aren't bulletproof, they never were.