Problems Painted Purple


Bought in small portions,
Small enough to hide.
You can change minds,
Create rhymes,
But over time,
I need more than dimes.
I spend mine on you.
It bends my truth.
I'm not in pain,
Or insane,
I break these chains
With every new strain,
It gives me strength.
At least I thought that's what it was doing.
But I was fooling myself,
Ruined myself,
With this red a blue on my shelf.
Face your demons, don't run from them
It can solve all your problems until it becomes one of them.

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