Glasses

You act like

we're one small happy tree 

can you even see

out of those rose coloured glasses

you wear to protect your bubble?

they've clouded up

over the years

rotting bark

and you

you silly sod

think that I

am a part

of your domestic fantasy?

I am no more a part of you 

than I am of a fish

yet you STILL paint your expectations 

on my flesh 

and act surprised 

when I shower everyday

take your damn specs

and shove them down your throat

maybe your words 

can be rose coloured too