You paint sadness
Onto my heart
It's your canvas,
Your work of art
With each stroke
Comes more pain
With your destructive brush
You color me insane
You keep on adding,
It's never done
You keep on laughing,
Hurting me is such fun
And I worry that your painting
Will never cease
But more I fear
Your final masterpiece.
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