A shade of orange

You said you wish I could see what they see when they're looking at me but it is murky behind my eyes and I don't see things clearly. I squint to see their perception of me I'm a reflection in broken glass. I tiptoe around the shards delicately touching the soft parts as they watch me bleed into the rug. I've become a smeared image of what you wanted them to see staining everything. A shade of orange you can't wipe clean

You said you wish I could see what they see when they're looking at me

But just watch me bleed into the rug.

I've become a smeared image of what you wanted them to see staining everything. A shade of orange you can't wipe clean

A shade of orange you can't wipe clean...