Colors forced apart

When I stand before you

You should learn to fear me

Thousands of colors, askew

I toss them around like a banshee

I am duly unmatched

My soul can create new colors

They could be snatched

From the bleakness of a sand dollar.

When I stand from my crouch

Fists bearing the red of a heart

Which I will pull out of my mindless pouch

Millions of colors I will impart

Don't you dare try to take my power

I will break the simple colors of your world 

Into a shattering shower

I'll force it into a whirl

Just you try to break my will.