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Robin here! I am yellow and mellow. brunette am I, eyes deep violet.
Short hair, red nose, many care. Natural auguste, my design many share.
I’m taciturn; but other times, I speak my mind, even to my own detriment. My home is a piano in a large suburban home. I keep a smile, since it’s in style.
I am miniature compared to my surroundings, I seem to others as a kite in comparison to Saturn. And I share the keys of my home with others, and they play with them as they please. Banging a nightmare, or playing a wonderful tune, it’s all up to them. I stand there without a choice, paralyzed, displaying a cheesy smile with hands behind my back.
With massive hands do they push the keys, and with runty feet do I walk upon them. I climb in the lid when I feel anxious and listen to my own music. Waiting for peace and quiet could be hours, feeling more like centuries, so I play something I like to make my own noise. A noise I like.
Why don’t I like the speech of a piano composed by such an enthusiast like they do?
When I’m in my comfort zone, I still do have my hopes and dreams, and my wishes.
But my face is a jesters; taken seriously? Yes!
Kidding!.. I jest.
But wish it is. When my earplugs are discarded, I envision vast things. I feel like a king when I cast a blindfold over my eyes and the beats of hope consume me.
What if my home wasn’t this piano? What if I had a home where everything was in reach? And my privacy wasn’t breached?
In the meantime before my plan, whether I fall out of line or not, I must play along, and so an instrumental not of my choosing do I continue to play, as I have done for years.
Enough with the yellow, don’t you think? Robin am I, don’t you remember? Akin to my eyes, my skin! My skin is purple!
Upset eyes, many stare. My auguste face, many glare.
I want to run away from the piano. My skin is fragile, a hat do I wear. When I feel stressed, I yank it off my head pulling some hair out with it and cover my pitiful face.
Is drama my specialty? Or when I am specific about my wishes, are they not respected?
Sometimes, I am my own puppet master and I pull the strings to harm myself. It makes me feel good, and it calms me. In the moment, the pain I inflict upon myself feels like a drug.
But I made the composer of my life panic!
I made a wish.
And they composed a song.
I got a friend.
Hi, Kai!
Kai is even smaller than I am. He needs me to fend for him. Green is he. Gleeful? The thought wasn’t out of bounds.
I cherished him, and let him walk along side me on my repeated path.
I began to shed my purple skin…
Kai was picked up and examined.
Kai was welcomed into my home with hesitation. He stood out. But I was prepared for him. I was prepared to take care of him.
But then, another unexpected page was added to my story.
Be careful what you wish for.
Sai and Mai were introduced shortly afterwards even though I voiced my doubts, and assured them I was totally okay with just Kai.
They were placed on my piano. And when they played, they used their index fingers to greet Kai, Sai and Mai for a time, and then gradually they did so less and less.
I turned an even darker purple by that time and stopped earning being an instructor.
The keys were yanked up, trash began to pile and the lid became rancid. My days are now constantly repairing my home, although it’s a losing game.
Why was I not listened to? How does someone make decisions about something they know nothing about?
Kai was manageable. Mai and Sai are not. They are red and blue. Red hates blue!
They don’t have much to do, so they set their sights on destroying the piano every chance they get, and I can’t blame them.
Ugly crying, my purple skin grows darker and darker; almost entirely black at times.
A decision was made for me. I didn’t choose this life for us. It would have been better for the composer to have just listened to the one who lives on the piano, instead of the one who visits it.
Purposeful overkill? Perhaps. “You asked for it?” I guess. Wasn’t I specific enough? Or did I say, “I want Kai(s)?”
Retaliation. I feel this is being done on purpose.
When Kai, Mai and Sai wander off of the piano, it’s always “Robin, Robin!” Always me.
But that’s okay. I’ll be more careful next time.
That’s a promise to myself.
I wish to leave this piano. I wish to find my own way and succeed with the least hardship possible, and stay afloat- doing well for the rest of my days.
I wish to have friends and acquaintances who care about me for all of my life. I want to see this planet earth and more safe and sound.
I wish to enjoy beverages and meals of my liking and dress to perfection.
Do I need to be any more clear about the life I need?
Will the makeup of a sorry performer leave my face now?