There is a chip in
The paint
On my wall.

The more I stare,
Paint falls off.

Right now,
Though,
All I can do is stare
At the chip
In the paint
On my wall.

My depression
Is corrupting this wall.
Because the more I stare
The more the paint
Continues to fall.

I'm sorry paint,
I'm sorry wall.

But, now you feel as I do.

You see,
My paint was chipping, too

I figured she would fix it.
But she stripped me of my
Color
And my uniqueness, too.

I'm sorry paint,
I'm sorry wall.

I guess some of us
Don't deserve
Color at all.