Paint On
The eyes glare at me
I stare back
All hope receeding
Just stuck there.
Not one to give up
I go on
Paintbrush touches lips
I push it.
Revealing the truth
Its true light
The portrait smiles
My one smile.
Since nothing seems right
Life at home
Finances are wrecked
My head shakes.
Only this saves me
The paintbrush
The sour turpenoid
My heaven.
To express myself
To connect
To make others smiile
My dream job.
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