11:30 PM 12/22/17

 

If I paint myself like this,

the way I want to appear,

perhaps I can take some

gratification to go.

Nevertheless, my life is

not a vase and this

lethargic monster

will not leave my side.

Is it too much to wish

for something to be a part of?

I’m not sure.

 

If I paint my feelings like this,

with colors I yearn to express,

perhaps I can take some

happiness on the road.

Yet nothing ever leaves my house

but the prowling monster I know best.

Is it too much to ask

for a sense of stability?

I suppose so.

 

If I paint myself like that,

the way I truly exist,

perhaps he will consume me entirely.

Nevertheless, my paint strokes

are weak and I am but

a feeble girl.

Is it too much to wish for

gratification?

I’m never sure.