PAINT

I paint myself a victim and I never know what to do when I run out

I paint myself a victim and I never know what to do when I run out

I paint myself a victim and I never know what to do when I run out

I paint myself a victim and I never know what to do when I run out

You see green, I see red

I don't mean to pretend

I scroll through the texts you send and make a laughingstock of my pen

The way I write should be concerning

When I put my thoughts into yearning

It's indifferent, it's inhuman

I'm not with it, I don't give two shits about myself