I don't know what I should feel, but if my feelings were a color, they would be teal. Why teal? Because it's in-between green and blue, and I don't know what's true, what's right, what might be the right way to act, to feel, to heal from what I've felt, and what I've been dealt by life, by people, by the ones who were supposed to love me. If my feelings would be a color, they would be teal. Teal because I want to heal. But for that, I need to be held, I need to be marvelled, I need to be loved, and not shoved each time that I say: "I love you." I don't trust, even when I want to, Because I've learned not to. -M.N.