A painting starts off blank
A piece of paper with no marks
No scratches
No mistakes
Then the paintbrush moves to the paper
As if to tell a story
You never know what it will look like in the end
In life
We also start off blank
No marks
No scratches
No mistakes
But then we paint our story
Adding a personality
To a once empty canvas
The canvas that I've been painting
Is dark
Sad even
A painting that when people see it
They are worried
But my hand
Can not be controlled
I can't stop the mistakes I make
Or the tole they have on my life
My canvas has many layers
Layers of sorrow
Joy
Heartbreak
Love
Lust
Death
Depression
Anxiety
And now looking back
My painting has become a mess
Dripping of lifeless color
Unable to be painted over
The darkness of my life
Is pigmented
With no shades
Of yellow joy
Or pink love
Or orange vitality
No, my life is
The dark colors of the world
The blue is my sadness
And the tears that drip down my face
The black is the mournful feeling
That I've associated death with all my life
The red is the anger
That bubbles beneath my skin
The grey is the emotionless expression
That has saved me from showing my pain
The white left on my canvas
Is where I am afraid to paint
Because I know
It will just make the painting darker
My canvas
Is dripping of lifeless color
And the darkness of my life
Is too pigmented
To be painted over
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