My Heart And Soul For You

To Decorate

I look around my room and I find what is plain
And I decorate these things in intricate ways
My walls, my light, my lamp
My ceiling, half finished, my plants

And I stare at all the colors and the shades
The joy and the pain
I look over at my shimmering mirror and I think it is perfect
But then at second glance I stare at what's in it

And I look at the bags under my eyes
My lips so dried
My hoodie, white, like a canvas untouched
My leggings, black, as charcoal dust

And I wonder when I stopped embellishing myself
When the color bled from me and instead stained my shelves
But then I smile and remember why
Because hard work and pretty things take sacrifice