Clean House

This is gross, out of place
There’s not enough space
How on earth have we stayed here so long?

I thought that I cleaned
Made things look pristine,
But now I can see I was wrong.

I was wearing these glasses
That had me distracted
From how all things looked in the light.

They gave things a hue
That just wasn’t true
Now I’ve got to start over, new fight.

This mess I’ve created
My making you hated
Not utterly fair, Nor true

I do not hate thee
I simply hate me
And from that I cannot love you

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