Crayola Crayon Canyon

I'm tired of absorbing your depression like you're the only one on earth who has issues you think nobody understands your situation.. I don't believe you want anybody to understand because that's what you believe makes you unique- In a strange way it has given you purpose in life makes you special-one of a kind... the Crayola crayon with the funny name perched in the corner of the box-forgotten the canyon that swallows its own echo- I'm tired of inhaling your depression I wasn't put on this earth to be a canvas for your self mashing and blue period slashings.. that's not "my" purpose in life my purpose is to be accepting of the happiness that's swirls all around me- Your depression depresses me to no end (here comes another of your self inflicted slash floods) I'm climbing out of your Crayola box canyon.. for good and good luck-