Paint by Number

I was doing fine until I woke up
And found myself incredibly confused.
I'm made up of all these complex thoughts
And every other one seemed to be about you,
Except for one fleeting moment it stopped.
It twisted my insides and made me sick.

It's time for me to do what I do best:
Run away from the monster that lives in my chest,
In my dusty, unread, and unkempt head.
Lose myself in something other than this
And find out if life is worth living.

I have to keep myself taped together,
Sand away what's left of the rough edges
On this color-by-number.
What a beautiful picture I've painted
Over the original print.
I'd think the owner would be mad
If only she hadn't commissioned it.

Reviews

[Jessica]

Who commissioned it? Why do you have to runaway?

[t.m.]

It's not important, really.

[Jessica]

Ok then. Are you ok?