Shades of Fiction

I speak a world in black and white.
It's how I communicate.

But it's not how I see.
See, I see a world of gray.
But there are no words for gray.

So I stick to my blacks and whites,
Despite my growth into gray,
And hope the world understands
What I understand
And What I speak,
But I doubt.

The world, I think, still sees in black and white.

And I pity them.
Yes, I pity them.