I Colored Outside of the Lines

I was the kid who made everyone laugh,
every kid at school and the teaching staff,
but it wasn't because I was funny,
which I suppose is fine;
it's just because I colored outside of the lines.
They said my pictures were an abomination,
they said I lacked motor skills,
I lacked coordination,
where I have I been while the others were learning?
On education vacation?
No... I just enjoyed variation.
So the others can be simpletons,
I'll use my imagination.
I'll show this grand ole nation
not to be full of boring imitations;
it should be full of the bizarre,
and those who don't live up to par.
So I hold up my hand
with my brick red crayon,
and color in oceans like only I can.
Then I scribble in the moon
with crayon color maroon,
and next Homer Simpson,
I color him Crimson,
and his cartoon buddy Scooby,
I color him ruby,
and finally the night sky so scary
is filled in with cherry.
So I look at the wall full of other illustrations,
and I post my very own representation.
It sticks out like a sore thumb,
and everyone thinks I must be dumb,
but they are the ones who do not comprehend,
their unoriginality is what I will mend.
Every sky of blue,
every brown Scooby Doo,
every moon mellow,
and every Simpson yellow.
While for me everything is red
because I represent my peers instead,
so I have an ocean of one coloration.
We exist in a sea of habituation
in which I must swim
to seem bright and not dim,
but within the time it takes one eye to blink,
I have concluded that I'd much rather sink,
and keep my own thoughts and mind,
and drown while coloring outside of the lines.