A PAINTING

She paints her sorrow, she paints her story She paints her anger when she can't paint her glory She paints her deeps, she paints her shallows She paints her goodbyes when she can't paint her hellos She paints her scars, a canvas her skin She paints a fire to warm a lonely place within She paints her humour, dark and twisted She paints a past that never existed She paints herself yet can't recognize the person she sees She paints her crying her tears to seas She's deafened and blinded by the whispers in her head "Unwanted", "unloved", "ugly"..words cutting and red She paints a girl who knows not instagram, filters or selfies So she paints hugs that embrace her artsy She deeps the brush into colours of social validation and paints the world of what it craves Then she paints another world, a happy stone age era in caves She paints her wavering emotions, a landscape beneath a sunset She paints her permanence in acrylics yet her mind escapes She paints the sun and the moon together, it's almost eclipse She paints shades of blue, strokes of white covered in red, a magnificent glimpse She paints her dreams caught in a spider's web She paints her expectations higher only to watch them dwindle and ebb She paints faces shocked, surprised, shamed..with only themselves to blame For She paints her thoughts abstract and let's the world interpret them