Bespoke

The mirror still sees the handprint,

You glint the eyes of the rabbit,

Start to think and end in panic,

I am a creature of habit.

I found the sunlight when the skies were grey,

And spent my time searching for shade,

What am I to speak if I regret what I say?

What must you think? I can't smile on sunny days.

I've sunk into a hole,

Now I'm stuck with my woes,

Is that something you wanna know?

Is that somewhere I should not go?

All these thoughts are bespoke,

About as subtle as the words I spoke,

I'll probably stutter and choke,

So find them lying in a verse I wrote.