If I could paint you a picture
It would be pretty and bright
With sights to see, people to meet, places to go
But if I were to show you the real me
It would be haunted forests of hollow trees with phantoms and poltergeists that infest your dreams
But if someone were to paint a picture for me
I would want it to be filled with all kinds of things
That make them real and keep them whole
When all they have are broken pieces to show
Regret and mistakes they’ve made for the third time in a row
Between compassion and empathy they’ve been confused in their role
I’ve laid in the same hole I’ve dug more than I’ve been constipated trying to take a ****
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