Poem -

Portrait

My inner thoughts are put together to make a horrifying portrait of myself
Lend me a paint brush so i can fix that picture
But i cant its impossible to fix my head
Its bruised
Which wont mend
Blend two colours so it can make red
Symbolizing blood...
Danger....
Painter i am
But its impossible to paint a picture of my thoughts and turn it into a portrait
It'll only be concealed with fresh blood
Meaninglessness to you
 but for me.....
Don't even go there
Lend me a paint brush
Allow me make a tormenting  portrait
I can make a gallery full of it...

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