A series of unfortunate events

I paint myself with many different hue
Still wondering when will this be due
Still looking for the right color to pick
For it to be my inspirational stick


You may know me as someone that's simple
Well I am but not that simple
I dream so much, it makes me sad
Cause my dreams are so damn bad

I love the grass and the sand
Most of the time, I love to bond
My body is made of of trillions of dreams
When I can't take the pressure, I scream

NOTE: poem is still under construction. but please comment my post. TY:DD
and NOTE: it has no sense cause it just has to rhyme. *nyahaha