Colors

I know it's hard to handle
with my daily colour;
yesterday I was yellow,
and today they're blue.
I'm anxious when I'm green,
and painful when I'm black.
Randomly, I want to disappear
and then suddenly come back.
Sometimes my tonality is
are thoroughly mixed.
Sometimes they change.
You can be confused;
I understand, because so am I.
But whatever my poems are,
That doesn't change my love for you.