There's no black and white anymore.
........Life is a surrealist painting
........with water running uphill
................The more I grow, the more the edges blur
................the colours bleed
........................and I realise I'm
lost.

I juggle with sunshine and doom
........naive and knowing
A fat skeleton.
........A doormat with claws.
................A schoolgirl of the night.
........I realise
................I'm lost.

........Shirking normality
but grieving for acceptance
I need lines to follow.
Because you have to use yourself
as the chalk
if you draw your own lines

................And anyway
........I wouldn't
................know where to put them.