A morning poem, please rate it, steal it, stuff it in a dark place, and paint it...

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...bright colors? I can't remember who hates who
or who tells others what to do
I'm lost it seems, in poetry
and can't remember who to please.
So maybe you can help me see
the forest for the hidden trees
my eyes are faded green and spent
I can't tell where the verses went
the lines that spoke of fortitude
forgiving clashing attitudes
I can't find any truth in here
the lies are always so unclear
so tell me friend, are you the one
who likes to see the damage done?
 
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