Painting mirrors

And they tell you

That they could’ve broken you more

After they’ve broken you entirely

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These cracks on the wall, I run my hands on

If concrete didn’t keep its promise,

How could glass?

I see myself in them, rough, inside out

See, I can relate to spiders crawling in, and then emerging hungry for a home

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Bullets fired from a shotgun

Two inches away from you

And they still tell you

‘I would’ve fired more, if only I had more bullets’

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I guess my fireworks

dug underground

And treated rabbits with a surprise

Guess they no longer need a show

they were the show themselves, taking over

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Why tip a waiter?

They get from taxes anyways

The only difference you think you make,

comes from people watching, thinking you are someone

other than the someone they see everyday

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The word itself is contradictory, ‘someone’

some

Just a part

Just a piece

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Look at you,

painting mirrors orange

To show the world you carry ‘positive’ energy in you

Don’t tell them your favorite colour is different shades of gray and black

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Some deep psychology shit,

give them a deadline to figure you out

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S.K.

This right here, keeps me sane. You will find here, sincere thoughts mixed up with a subconscious trying to fuck it all up. I hope you understand.

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