Bogus Black

I found an old notebook from Highschool. I got an A for the following poem, which was assigned in Speach class as a poem about a color that describes yourself. I didn't remember being so dark and seemingly unhappy in Highschool.

I see myself as bogus black
Like a man that walks at midnight
Stalking in the shadows
Stripped of all color
Lost in a different dimension
Where I am king and high ruler
Afraid to return to real life
In fear of rejection
Deep inside myself I see a speck of another color
It is a color of a red and yellow mix
A color I guess you could call yell-ed
A color of danger and my love for adventure
A color that grows deep inside
Ready to explode with all it’s power
Waiting for the future
When it can break free