This poem uses the color yellow as a powerful, agonizing symbol of persistent grief. The voice hates it because it is “too loud, too happy, too bright,” mocking the author’s silence. The sunlight and the sunflowers are cruel because they glow as if they have “never known sorrow”.
The hatred for the color is rooted in personal memory: yellow “used to mean you”. It once represented laughter, warmth, and all the ways light could live inside a person. Now, it is a “cursed hue,” a painful reminder that joy doesn’t dim “just because you’re gone”.
- I hate the color yellow.
- It’s too loud, too happy, too bright,
- laughing at my silence
- in the middle of the night.