Ascribing Motives

The way things look in my head are not always quite right.

There are times where these thoughts feel so absurd,
but times also where they feel oh so real,
and they peel me apart, a knife of steel,
which gives way to plumage, a mild bird.

I had been assuming your thoughts, your words.
I painted red what was actually teal.
I am ashamed, yes, but better, I feel
and from this darkness, t’is time I now stirred.

The catharsis upon me from knowing
that the pain I had created was mine,
a paranoid justification: fake.
So as such, it is time I start growing
and run away from this ocean of brine
for any more pity I will not take.

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