Purple Haze.

i hate this perfect picture that you make of me. how you put it on display for all to see. how you let me just do it letting me be free in all the wrong ways all of you blinded by the purple haze that's settled over me. so many colours and i blush only because this leaves me so flustered. how can i expect you to tell what's really going on in me when i'm constantly surrounded and covered by opposites. on top of it is all my lies like a security blanket. why can't you see i fucking fake it? so unintentionally comes across the wrong side of me. just make it leave. i hate it but i need it so conceited overwhelmingly shook by this misconception portrayed i really wish the reality would have stayed but now reality is the whole world is covered in this discusting purple haze. lost in the maze as it all glazes over. it sinks in that it's finally done. you want to drop to the ground but you start to run. it doesn't make sence it was all so fun before. love michelle.