do you ever get the fear that your perfect verse is just a lie you tell yourself to help you get by?

[xbeautifulxmess]

if i could paint how i feel,
i'd draw a bullseye on your forehead.
my anger is not misdirected,
unless it somehow misses you.

time spent on hate, is time gone to waste.
i watch you point and click your life away.

so cast the stones that i'll gladly catch
and i'll throw them right fucking back.
i stand behind the things i say.
you type the words you won't say to my face.