I can’t color you good anymore
I’m trying so hard
But when I explain you to others they frown
When I explain you to me…
I have become short.
Short and sad.
I won’t beg for kindness anymore
Because there are a million others who would give it freely.
I thought we got through the desert but now I realise the mirage.
You want every morsel of me but I am to the bone already.
No marrow even.
And now the streets have changed,
Their windows glaring
Their people staring
All is grey again
And I am an ant in this world too large for me.