Hyped up on caffeine
I clean the green
Of the jealousy
On my walls
Not of them
But of me

You see
I wish to be

Not me

But something I breathe
Keeps me to see
What others might see
When I am not

Me

So I breathe
I scrape
And I scrabble
I get rid
Of all this rabble

I ring all my rage
Bring it to the range
I shoot in the direction
Of my reflection
Telling me so infectious

You are pretentious

I am me
As you can see
These walls
Are clean