Written earlier than last year maybe?

opening my heart,
being good that’s a start.
Eating up the insides of it.
My heart doesn’t stand a chance,
With all these drugs pushing my chest into a compact little box.
Efficient, cheap, economical in terms of space, gets me from a to be.
I suppose.

And it’s green instead of red, I don’t believe it’s my favourite colour.
What’s the colour of spite and trying too hard.
Is it grey mixed with purple mixed with blue?
That’s suitable,
like a smart guy with suspenders, socks, shoes, gloves and an undershirt.
Ready for action, I mean prestige.
Probably not getting that suit though.

Eating it up like a swamp monster after darling babes.