I’m sorry
I’m having another bad day.
I’ll yell and scream
and tell you things
like “I hate you.”

My mind is the only place
where I can take you on.

I’m stuck in the middle of the ring, but I can’t fight today.
These things they come and go

and I mean half of everything I tell you.
I’m half of everything I hate,
and half of anything I create
is you too.
So I start to hate the painting when I hate you.