Hidden

Seeing my soul plastered on these walls.
My intentions, my desires
Dripping from the window sill.
My love , my compassion
Splattered across the floor.

The art of me does not meet the requirements For the love of you so you paint over it. Smearing the good with the bad
Then covering it all up.
Showing my art is being true to myself

But you can't allow that
Because you don't like me,
And if you don't like me
How can anyone else possibly achieve such a feat

But is the danger of displaying my art
Greater than the danger of keeping it hidden? You hide me because you're scared of me. Scared of my truth, scared of my strength
but I understand.

The world is scared of the unknown,
They don't like to see different,
They don't like to see truth.
I love you for protecting me

But your time has come to an end.
I need to show the world what I can do.
So dear Mr vessel, release me I beg of you.

Reviews

[Jessica DuBose]

And released you have! Excellent read.
My favorite line "The art of me does not meet the requirements For the love of you "