This picture I've painted
looks like my heart
or what still remains.
Trying to explain
why the frame doesn't quite
fit the image
or surround the edge.
It stands on display--
what do you see?
Your interpretations
are not what I see--
wish they could be.
Behold all the new gray,
what's become of the old me?
Crying,
ashamed of what I am not.
Failing,
falling into this cage
and I can't escape.