Me

I've been driving flamingoes up the wall,

Just to see my life through added colour. 

I am ready to take the fall,

But all my days are lying still.

All my days are made of the same.

I watched time move to be entertained.

If you're wondering if I'm still sane.

Know that I'm not.

All I do is fitted through other people. 

Not choices but options or lack there of.

So I keep the knives dull 

In case it drives me over the edge.

I don't think I have any redeeming qualities.

Well I don't, sometimes.

I'm just emotions on stormy seas.

Hoping the next wave won't pull me under.