houses were covered
in a cheap paint
that looked like a doodle
done by a feather
held by children

but what do I know
since I’ve been told many things
like how I’ve been in the basement
all my life
when it comes to views, ideas

though in my mind
I hold tightly thoughts
of many people I come across
in meaningless daily activities

so on those days you say something to me
and I turn around to fight back,
don’t blame me when you run home
to some sort of father-figure
crying your eyes out
because your little mind was hurt

and the houses remained covered
in a cheap paint doodle
done by that little mind of yours