I dont have a poem to accompany this one. But as i was drawing I kept creating the different colors and patterns to represent an argument. Seeing the crown on top someone always feels like they have to be right. But in the end we are all just little frogs hopping along trying to catch flies. We dont know what we want and we dont know how to express it. So we croak on up and find a deeper way to keep it inside.
But above all, we say it in our eyes.