Stains!
So many goddamn stains!
I hate laundry day
A day of cleansing
And in more than one way
Why is it that the most mundane
Way to get out a stain
Leaves only ugliness
Where a perfect color once was?
Black turns yellow-pink
So does blue
And most other colors, I think
Yet pink and yellow?
They turn white, and decay
Too much bleach will make things that way
What once was a beautiful, natural
Stain has become an ugly, bright
Destroyed portrait portrayed
Like dousing a Van Gough with pink
That's what the chemical always does
But much like my shirts,
Beautiful as they were
My soul is now tarnished
And how is a blur
I can't see the beautiful mindscapes
That were once me
I hate mirrors
They remind me of the monsters
That I often see
I can't see the stains
That the chemical has made
I can't see the portait that one was
As beautiful as a serenade
I don't see the holes of decay
I don't see the original picture
I see nothing of a pattern
That once resembled me
I am just like my clothes
Flawed
Tarnished
Full of holes
But still, people cling to me
They need me for protection
Much like I need my clothes
Though in a sad state
To my recollection
