Go and open the coconut cream door,

maybe you’ll see a frozen, wet snowman waving goodbye as it melts.

Go and open the indigo door,

maybe you’ll find the berry sky disappear as you sleep.

Go and the ruby door,

maybe you’ll see the wine blood,

dripping down the door 

like the rain racing down the window.

Go and the ink  door,

maybe you’ll see a spider that wants to eat you

 like when you want to eat a delicious pizza.

My hate is made from –

Zain screaming across the room like no one can hear he,

Shayan make funny jokes and Mrs Khan

Shut it down,

Someone stepped in dog **** and showed it to me.

I found hate –

Walked on  dog poo and not notice that i step on it,

Running in a dark tunnel by myself,

Me getting choose by the wheel.

This hate can –

Turn a full heart into a rotten and broken heart,

It can transform a pink and sunny hole to a dark, scary

Lonely hole without no love or support,

It can turn a happy face into a sad face.