I see your
true colors
shining through.
And your wardrobe
clashes with your
personality.
You know
what sucks is
that you don’t
mind getting
sick. So please
touch the lion
gently.
If we back up
to the border
of dying, there
is so much
good stuff
that I dread.
It’s you
I’m having
trouble with.
Everyone else I can abbreviate.
