Misery

You only like when I write about you, sunshine, I got news for you.

Ignoring the shit that I'm going through, alright, I got bigger boots.

Find me pretty, make me happy, did you miss me?

Fight here daily, I'm still stabbing, today they missed me.

Worlds apart and divided by three fences, criminal offenses.

Words allay the fear and confided in meant it, written in contextual sentences.

It's not me you want, it's what I can do, so you ask.

That's not me you love, it's something I can't do, so this mask.