Uncontrollable Masterpiece

I am a developing artist
with creations flowing from my palms
acting as brushes
molding myself into who I want to be
I form to my own opinions
but there are those times
others have the brush

I am happy with my appearance
But wait, who’s your friend?
ugly
gross
unbecoming
cosmetic paintings on my
homo sapien canvas
I am happy with my appearance
a black lined, dark powdered mask
But wait, that’s too much
fake
smudged
unappealing
Take the brushes
paint a blanket from the
eyes of the world

I am happy with my character
But wait, I can push you over
too good
spineless
cowardly
But don’t return the gift
it’s just for me
I am happy with my character
But wait, don’t get defensive
hurtful
snapping
sarcastic remarks
Take the brushes
create a tranquilization
of my own noise

I am happy with my body
But wait, you’re too revealing
Long legs?
not today
change your clothes
but love yourself
Shoulder to shoulder;
thigh to thigh
I am happy with my body
But wait, don’t be a prude
Too loose
Too long
Too covered
Take the brushes
attempt to create
a happy medium
of loose and tight

I am the resulted medium in
artistry of my face
I am the uncertain medium of
quiet yet defensive
I am the unhappy medium
of what society calls fashion

I am an uncontrollable masterpiece
of other's creation
with myself perfecting the edges of
a gruesome accident

I am a developing artist
with creations flowing from my palms
acting as brushes
molding myself into who I want to be
I form to my own opinions
but there are those times
others have the brush