He knew I was an artist,
he said paint me,
I painted a monster
Not only in my head but on my life’s canvas
He tainted my blue skies into black
Confused my clouds into thinking, this isn’t what I think it is,

My grass was no longer green anymore
He took my pallet knife and changed all the colors to my canvas
made me out to be the one who looked color blind
He was a criminal
He took me when I did not wanted to be taken,
For granted,
He took something from me that wasn’t for sale
Oh but the price you pay when your friends tell you no, don’t
And stay away
He’s not good for you
He’s not good-
It costs way more than money
It’ll cost you a bad memory
And a color blind canvas