Let me glow violet under the pink sun,
surrounded by a chorus of chaos.
Tired of being a bucket of autumn leaves
shredded and made into a pile.
Stay in that perfect bubble
of unsuspecting serenity.
Let me double up in guilt,
dry blame running to my fingertips.
Stop the ticking, stop the tock.
Help me breathe, help me sense.
Draw a border with my permanent marker.
Smile genuinely and don't you stop.
Wanting it when one can't have it.
Build up my frustration
and bottle it up in a vase
devoid of flowers, replaced by petals.
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