They call me many different names,
Compare me to many different things,
But most of them have frames,
And are made from canvas strings.
I'm seen as the lone apple,
At the top of the lone hill,
Seen as unworthy to be at a chapel,
Yet being forced there- against my will.
You compare me to a monstrosity,
A work of splayed out paint,
You don't know that I'm an atrocity,
But I always feel faint,
And it's not only because of your beatings,
It has to do something with words,
Instead of normal meetings,
You verbally kill 2/3rds,
Of what would've been my happiness,
And would've been a smile,
But your cruelness and snappiness,
Has led me to spilling out bile.
Your favorite painting to show me,
Has the worst effect of all,
Making me want to break free,
Yet be surrounded by a huge wall.
But while you show me this art,
Of how horrible I am,
You never once let me start,
And prove to others that you're a scam.
I won't make you look at art,
But I will show you a mirror,
Which exposes your ugly heart,
And lets you see things clearer.
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PoetryThis is a book of poems made from my imagination and passions. I hope some of you can enjoy the passions and ideas that have birthed themselves onto paper and were transcribed here. Enjoy! Bye Bye! Highest ranking: 964 #27 on #pray #35 on #think
