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.