Pink

The place

you'll find yourself

is remotely

the end of

the pace

you find yourself

when your resentment

is faced with

discomfort.

Something

will build

and mold

and develop

and sit

and stay,

so berid

of it quickly

or they'll go

your way,

When they do

you won't know

what

to do,

you'll stumble

and bite

your words

as they go

your way.

And you don't want that.

Your eyes

will sore

and so will your teeth,

they'll push

right into

your pain.

The only thing

that will remain

will drive you both

insane.

The day

will arrive

and your

expectations,

predictions,

and all your hopes

for white

and pink

will twist

with your teeth.

This

is not

a joke.

And suddenly

the white

and pink

don't seem very

comforting

anymore.

So what now?

Because the place

you find yourself

is exactly

that end of

the pace

you found yourself

when your resentment

was faced

with discomfort.