01/11/2024
I'm Mr. Purple, the fixer, the cure,
Bringing joy to all, my heart's allure.
With a wave of my hand and a twinkle in sight,
I make the world brighter, banishing the night.
But amidst the glow, I hide my own pain,
A heart that's heavy, a soul in vain.
I'm the healer, yet cannot mend,
My own broken pieces, my own bitter end.
I'm the master of masks, a chameleon's guise,
Concealing my flaws, behind smiling eyes.
I lift others up, with a gentle hand,
Yet struggle to rise, from my own troubled land.
Oh, the irony, the cruel twist of fate,
I'm Mr. Purple, the helper, who cannot abate,
His own darkness, his own inner strife,
A constant reminder, of this painful life.
Still, I'll keep on shining, a beacon in the night,
For in helping others, I find my own light.
And though I may stumble, and falter along,
I'll remain Mr. Purple, where love and hope belong.
