Chameleon

Is red your color?

It's hard to describe a color, as it is only defined by itself.
A little like ponies, if you think about it.
Yet red is different from blue, or pink, or green!

But why?

BUT WHY?

Your head is starting to hurt, if you even have one.
Now that you think about it, what even are you?

No, it isn't the time to think about yourself. You need to remember, is red your color?
Kinda hard to answer, "is red your color?" How can you know if you don't know who you are?

No, focus on the task. What does red mean?

Red is a warm color.
Red is also the color of blood, of anger, of fire.
It feels strange, red is warm, too warm. It represents the worst kind of heat.
Almost as if it has a dark side, as if it is on the wrong side of the forces of this world.

You look around again. What is this world anyway?

Red is bad, red is the color of evil, the one who fights for power, for wealth, the "Bad Guys."
If you think about it, you can't name a single good red creature.

Oh, no Big Mac!
That's not the best example; he's red like apples, not like flames and blood...
And his main character trait is not speaking much; that doesn't really represent you!

Or does it?

You can't remember, and all of this is starting to give you a headache. Maybe you should just walk away.
It's like you know everything, except yourself. You don't know who you are, what you are, what you look like, what you did, where you are, how you got here, how long it has been...

Daydreaming again?
This needs to stop; you're overthinking everything.
Imagine how much easier life would be if you didn't need to think!

You may not know yourself, but it doesn't feel like red represents you really.
You may only be a blur in your own mind, but you aren't evil, at least you hope so.

You feel calm, not angry, nor bloodthirsty!
Yeah, red isn't your color.

Maybe you should go deeper; there is an opening to your left.
The hallway is crammed, but you will get through it; you just need to-

The sound of metal falling onto stone could be heard behind, and you can't help but look for what it was.

The bucket had fallen on its side, red paint dripping on the ground like a bloody murder scene.

Yeah, Red definitely isn't your color.