Portraits

Canvas like spring flowers

Easel built of sweat and blood

Paint, the colors of memories

Painting the picture there I see

it's me.

I take down the portrait for all to see

"Hey, do you see that girl?"

"That girl over there?"

"Yeah that girl."

I want them to see.

But I am scared I'm not perfect

so I hide the portrait.

"Hey, do you see that girl?"

"What girl?"

"That portrait."

What portrait.