Poetry on Maroon

Please review my first poem, I need a honest feedback

I don’t need the tree’s solace

Because the sunlight doesn’t bite

The sky is my maroon palace

I’m not exhausted from the fight

My blood clots and mocks me

The maroon tells me I’m alive

They judge and call me flaky

But through different worlds I jive

With a little bit of darkness within

My maroon becomes my poison

No shackles and I’m not bound in

This world can’t be my illusion