On a daily basis, I feel like tropical orange-

           relaxed at ease,

           warm and bright like the beaming sun.

Sweet like a piña colada,

           that brings inner warmth.

Being tropical orange embodies light,

           brightening the room and people around me.

However; on a rare basis, I feel like smokey gray-

           unnerved on edge,

           cold and sulky like a winter night.

Sour like vinegar, 

           tingling your senses.

Being smokey gray manifests darkness,

           casting a shadow on what might or might not be.

Tropical orange and smokey gray,

           they define two sides of me.

But they swallow me whole.