• Just a dark spot,
    Correct me what’s the point? I’m a dark spot.
    I’m a stain, a dark spot.
    I’m on everything that’s considered good,
    A shirt, a desk, a rug,
    I’m the dark spot that made the imperfection noticeable.
    I’ve sat here, with people in the corners of my room.
    They don’t talk much,
    They are spots too.
    See this that I’m doing,
    The pity, the dessert in my eyes,
    The blackness in my pupils,
    The dark spot in my heart,
    That’s all I ever think of.
    The spot in my life.
    Showing his imperfections daily as I sit here,
    Not bothering to clean it up.