colours

i thought about an answer good enough to shut your mouth, but a second thought made me realise that you weren't worth it. prejudice is a blindfold, you know? and you're full of it, too full of it. so everything you see does not display its true colours, but the colours you believe it to have. whatever. it's your loss, not mine. in the meanwhile, i'll simply laugh at your little mind, at your lack of originality (i wonder what someone would think if that little truth was to be known...), and at the lies i'll go on feeding you. i also know your colours.