Some people paint our portraits
And the image they want to see
But somehow it doesn't look right
In fact I'm thinking what is that
Does that really look like me
But the artist just keeps going
There's colors I'd never use
This thing looks so horrible
No way am I their muse
In life Ive learned one big lesson
I must take the brush from their hand
Because I am also an artist
The monstrosity has to be done
My portrait won't meet their expectations
In fact it won't even look close
This artist will paint how I feel
who I am and it will look like me the most
Some people paint our portraits
Of who they want us to be
And if you don't take the brush away
Their goals and expectations
in your portrait will always be
