I lived on an easel that stood on its own
a canvas untouched by impatient hands that sought to take and take
you took the brush out of my hand and drew me as you saw fit
I lost the energy to keep jumping off your canvas
so you finally trapped me with a frame and nailed me to your wall
I never liked how you painted me yet I'm still here, hanging.
Sep 1, 2024
Sep 1, 2024 at 11:15 PM UTC
I lived on an easel that stood on its own
a canvas untouched by impatient hands that sought to take and take
you took the brush out of my hand and drew me as you saw fit
I lost the energy to keep jumping off your canvas
so you finally trapped me with a frame and nailed me to your wall
I never liked how you painted me yet I'm still here, hanging.
A poem partially inspired by lyrics to Ariana Grande's "we cant be friends"