I am the crisp white of a freshly pressed shirt--
  not a single wrinkle, perfect and clean,
  buttoned all the way to the collar, stainfree.
I am essential but not favored:
  barely visible tucked behind a black suit,
  the pages of a classic to boring to read.
But with a pen in my hand,I am bright red ink--
  I splash emotion on every line,
  tantalizing your senses and dragging you in.
I am a vibrant red:
  Stained in my own way of perfection,
  the gripping story you can't put down.
Which one is me?
  I am whichever one I want you to see.