Then it started to dawn in me. Maybe she wasn't the best person out there. With her, I was stilted, with my new friends, I roam free. It's like I am a color. I'm red, fierce, yet delicate. I was purple around her, like watercolor mixed with the icy blue of calm and around others, I was pink, childish and immature. I changed who I was for them, or veiled the real me, both pink and purple; still red but not quite the same. Now, I'm redesigning who I really am. I'm the only on with the paintbrush now, a artist in front of a blank canvas.