If I could attach

A color to her soul,

It would be gray.

Not too dark,

But surely not light,

Her personality

Is just alright.

She’s a neutral girl,

Gray is her soul,

No one seems to know

How to make her whole.

The way she walks?

Bland.

The way she talks?

Monotone.

The way she acts?

Robotic.

How can one be so dull?

I don’t know.

Emotion?

Something she will not show.

Bias?

She never seems to care.

Love?

In her, it’s nowhere.

Morally and emotionally

Gray,

Unchanging and bland

Every single day.

This girl has never

Been seen shedding a tear,

Emotionless,

Practically robotic!

That’s how she appears.

Gray is her soul,

Never before has she been whole.

Uncaring,

More than just nonchalant,

This girl…

She’s basically a robot!