Original thing by me, inspired by many! I don't know if I'll update or add to it, so don't expect me to.

The world is not black and white, for even dogs can see blue and yellow. Justice isn't as pure white as it seems, for every action can lead to a spill of crimson.

Black isn't purely sin, it is made of other colors, and combined they swallow white.

Gray is not neutral, it is merely a color where you can rest, and ponder which side to choose. It is every color combined, including white, so you can change into any one you choose.

Pick up what society views as "just", which is really not since justice sometimes hurts the little guys. If you do you become bland white.

Fall back into the mix and become an inky black void, from which no white can live without being drowned in the darkness. You become a drowning black.

You try to be one of the two above, but instantly regret your decision. You know you can't go back now, the other side won't accept you anymore. You cry a million tears, you are guilty blue.

You tried justice but it didn't work, crime is more your style. You relish in the feeling of crimson splashing you, you are very passionate about what you do. You are a bloody red.

You chose the light, but can't quite make it to the "purity" of white. You are a light color, the brightest of them all besides your goal. You are yellow.

You strive for justice but got lost along the way, acting out what YOU think is just, not what society thinks. Your methods they have deemed are questionable at best, and you are hurt that most think you are a criminal. You protect those however you must, even if it does spill a little red onto you. No matter, you are now a vigilante, and you will do whatever necessary to take down evil-doers. You are orange.

You don't know what to think. You tried justice and still strive for it, but you can't help but feel that what you're doing is wrong. You don't stop, you can't. You weep as you fight crime. You are green.

You love killing things, or so you thought. You wanted this, you had to be this, and yet you still weep. You know there is a reason, but others cannot see past your dark coloring. You are covered in red, it has consumed your very soul. The only other thing you have is your blue and wet tears, they mix in to try and wash the blood off you. You are purple. 

You've fallen into depression, you are no longer recognizable. You've drowned your bloodlust in regret, overwhelming it, but you're not blue. Oh no, you're a darker color, you have sinner far worse than blue, and you wish you could have their innocence. You are indigo.

You fight for justice, no, you ARE justice! You do the things no one else is willing to do, you take it upon yourself to carry the burden. You do not stray, nor do you let foul bloodlust consume you. You are elegant and in control, protecting the others from the crimson. You are pink.

You've taken the bullets for everyone else, but you still feel as though what you've done is wrong. Why are you protecting others when you're destroying yourself? You weep and keep others safe simultaneously, your intentions nothing but pure. Your road to self destruction is yours alone, but you do not let any others walk it with you or after you. You make others take detours, and now you are alone. You are magenta.

You have not been tainted, you hold no beliefs. You are not partial to any path, nor are you in the middle or walking right through the center of one. You are not a color, you create them. For you can create any color, depending on what others force you to believe. You can be them all, but not black. You are light.

You are not evil, just misunderstood. Light can't work by itself, so you help it. You are not its opposite, merely a place holder until light can cover that area. Once it does, you happily retreat, letting light handle its job on its own once its not more than it can chew. You are shadow.

You don't mean to be destructive, it just happens! You want to be held, to be touched, but for most it is an impossible feat. You are flashy, you like to put on a show. You light the way for others, and emit comforting warmth so they can love you. But sometimes you come on too strong, and you burn things. You do not mean to, but sometimes being used like that just makes you want to use smoke to ward away all those with bad intentions. You are passionate yet dangerous. You are fire. 

Cool and flexible. You can be calm, cool and supportive, able to keep yourself together. Other times you just melt under pressure, and you go all over the place. Once you reach your limit, you need to escape. You start bouncing off the walls, out of control and crazy. You don't get along with fire, they agitate you and cause these changes. You can take any shape, and many creatures and plants need you. You are well rounded. You are water.

You are literally everywhere. You don't like attention though, so you can't be seen. You make your points clear however, and are always front and center. You give life to others, they need you to survive. You have many different elements to your personality, and yet your always the same. Light passes right by you, not bothered by you at all, and shadow loved to interact with you when light is busy elsewhere. You are air.

You are always grounded. You are similar to water in that you can change, but different since they are the one that causes it. You don't really mind being with fire most of the time, and air helps you and your little friends. People like to walk all over you, but you can be firm on a subject when you want to be. You grow, but only in certain conditions, you two cooperate well, and even share things. You are earth and plants.

You are used all the time, taken from your home and made from destroying others. You don't like your past, but can be anything you want once you're born. From creating light in a storm and birthing fire, to charging cell phones. You don't really mind, you were made to serve. You are energy. 

You feel pain and emotions, you are the master of your environment. You can change it how you see fit, but you are no god. You have something special, but you are very unlike the others. You are made of solids, liquids and gases all combined together. You can make noise, you can move on your own, and you can influence others. You can think, express yourself, but you do so at the cost of the others. You are far from perfect, and you know this. You are not immortal, and yet you feel as though you are when you find something you're good at. Not all of you are nice, and some are stained in red constantly. You can be both mean and nice, its up to you to choose. Unlike all the others, you choose your own fate. You are complex, but in a good way. You are human.

Still on hiatus btw, I just got this idea and had to write it. Inspiration never quits.