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.