Standing here with mii paintbrush
With a blank easel staring me in the face
What to paint, what to paint
......
All of these thoughts running through mii head
The creative energy is flowing through me so strong its practically pouring through mii pores like the sweat of a hard worker in the hot beaming sun....
But none of it seems to make it to mii brain
I'm standing here not knowing what to do
Should I put this here, maybe if I put this there
.....
Ugh its so confusing
Why is this happening to me
I kno what I want to draw
But I can't
I dont know how
Maybe its the brush
Or is it the lack of experience
I slide to the floor
With tears sliding down mii face almost just as fast
Suddenly I begin to shake and I am lifted off of the floor
Scared but afraid to show it I stand still
The tears have eased up a little but just like the stream they forever flow
Suddenly black rings appear under mii eye for just like the panda my tears leave marks that even the biggest eraser can't rid of....
......
The paint brush begins to run across mii body
making me the easel
Everything from pain to punishment is being etched on mii body
Vicious thoughts, painful memories, my brutal past, my boring present, and even my discouraging future are all being sketched on mii limp body
I can't move, I can't stop it
Its as if......
I'm the easel of the world who has now become my creator