New Leaves This Color

I have pain and anxiety so
Deep
Tonight
The roots of it
Are shooting out of my feet
And holding down my sails
As they clutch the ground
And devour
The dull earth.

I am adrenaline and tubes.
I wish I was made of iron
Or meant something
To you
So I could trick myself.

I put on the cape.
I take off the cape.
I know the truth.

I have nothing
I believe in
Anymore.

I have nothing to sell you.