tarnish

i painted myself in your favorite colors. do you like it? i live to comply to you, breathe at your clearance. is it my turn yet? waiting waiting waiting to receive something that will never arrive. selfless, i muster my hopes underneath the boot that soon stomps them. im so tired of speaking to shells of people, those who don't understand or simply don't care to bother. while im there at your discretion all i have is the mirror looking back at me. i don't think i will ever be known past a facade, the show i put on so you like me. i do all this knowing i'll never be more than "next best". while i prefer gold, i'll settle for silver.