I’m trying to paint a picture

But it’s not at all what I want it to say

It would be better to just find a mirror

But what would a facsimile convey?

It would only show the surface

Minimal details of shadows and shapes.

I’m practiced in the art of skewed perception

Only the canvas knows of this change

More can be done with paint,

I relent like Dorian gray.

It’s silly to think, that a self portrait would be of my face.

Instrumental kaleidoscope to peer into my soul

Revealing every speck of kindness

Every varying pigment and tone

Every hue of acrylic disdain

Only to ask, who am I?        

This colorful brigade

Refusing to relay

The black and white mundane

Full chroma saturated aura

I defy to splatter outside the lines

Oozing moonlight off my page,

Just to sketch the silver lining

Depicting sunshine with my shame

Creation, destruction, art, corruption

Illustration of my story

The final portrait to portray.