You’ve always seen the good in me
You melted away my misery
Saw my true colours, like refracted light through a prism
You saw the colours behind my black trenched coat
Your words uplifting while others wish they could lift me by my throat
I’d never wish harm on to another but sometimes I wish they’d choke
I can see their negativity building like a toad’s belly swelling with words before they croak
Better out than in they say but at the end of the day, is it better for them or me?