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.
