The Work Of A Brush

I’m not quite the quiet type you knew
I’ve changed for a change
I took lessons from change when you changed
I’m not a nut
Just a hard nut to crack
When I gave it all, you took it all
I didn’t complain cos my heart was plain
Wanting you to be under ease’s shade
My heart has been stiffened from the constant scarring
Not compliant enough to pump to the rest of my body
You’ve stretched me out of my tensile strength
Painted me in different shades
Yet, blame me for the picture I am