CanvasA Poem by Morgan|Intelligent|witty|geminiI see myself as a canvas a canvas that I paint with different colors a canvas that I transform into my special project But... There come those times where I allow someone else to hold my brush and splatter their own color over mine splat, splat, splat, paint trickles down and covers most of my work It's a blow to my self worth because to this person and to many others I am nothing more than a canvas they can mark and overthrow I'm another ego boost that they can show just another canvas that is the value I have the value they have placed on me so I try to repaint and get back what I have lost But another person takes my brush my oh so beloved friend well, who I thought was my friend splat, splat, splat, I can barely see my own colors anymore There's no strength in me to move, to scream, to fight back while person after person smudges and paints on my canvas right before my eyes There's blue where there should be red and green where there should be brown this is no longer my work this is no longer me My crush, my love, kisses my canvas with a brush covered in black paint those kisses turn into small blows of pain "I like you, but now I don't" "I want you, but not all of you" "you can have me, but under certain circumstances" It doesn't end there everyone gets to add to my canvas gets to tell me my value gets to tell me what I should do and be in order to increase it after awhile, they all leave And the canvas I see before me is starting to dry and it dry's and it dry's while I cry and I cry And little by little inside I die the ones I love and care about asked to take a color from the ones I have left I give them all away and after awhile those very same people never come my way 50% has turned into 30% 30% has turned into 10 my self value has decreased what am I to do? Beg for others to lend me colors and help me finish this piece that I have no choice but to claim as mine fake a smile, force a laugh, be used when needed and tossed when not the canvas I once created is hidden away covered from top to bottom to the point of no return they damaged me oh...how they damaged me.
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Added on September 13, 2019 Last Updated on June 15, 2023 Tags: Mental Health, BPD, poem, poems, monolouges, monolouge, inner monolouge, mental illness, feelings, emotions, life, free verse poem, sad, sadness, empty, emptiness AuthorMorgan|Intelligent|witty|geminiMEAboutMy names Morgan, I'm 26 years old. I have a pretty cool cat and a witty personality. I tend to have a lot of emotions and feelings that I don't always understand or that I understand all to well, eith.. more..Writing
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