Everyone spills
a new coat of paint on me.
I don't know
whether they made me a
masterpiece
or not.
But I do know that
I've been painted on
for so long
I've forgotten
what a blank canvas feels like.
-it's okay to start over
YOU ARE READING
Cacophony
Poetrycacophony /kəˈkɒf(ə)ni/ noun 1.a harsh discordant mixture of sounds.
