I pull up the berry sky
with my feet,
a plaster of sighs crown
my head with a loose
stream of thoughts.
I hide in myself, poker-face
with inhibitions
too much hoping
for a too many times
bruised heart.
I float with my anxieties
down the river of doom.

paint me, like you
obnoxious coloring
so that I might see
what conformity tastes like.
that, I might see

that being like others
is a much like being the rebel
no ones listening to you anyway

only, once in a while
you get to take the meat scraps
home.