3.8.15

I want to be a masterpiece in your eyes
but you always look away
you make me brush again harder
just to coat me in pain

I want to be like the the Mona Lisa
admired in your awe
but instead
my hook just came off the wall

I fell to the floor and shattered my frame
Pretending for a moment i received your tragic fame

but you stare blandly and pick up the mess
so unfortunate you won't understand my stress

and come back to the wall, nothing to ignore
just an empty wall to you, just like before.