My view of the world is truly a bizarre thing twisted, like an abstract artist's view of my existance Paint was splashed on a canvas and here I am the smear in the corner the one that doesn't truly belong. For even in this abstract artistic accident that we call Life I do not quite fit in I'm the smear of paint that isn't the right color or shape the artist's accidental brush against the canvas. And so, I struggle to blur my edges to fit into the picture Can I belong here? A soft smudge in an angular world? Will I make it? Or will I be wiped away? a swipe of the artist's cloth The painting perfected by my removal. I hope not...... I have tried not to be offensive. I have tried to blend my edges into the world. I have tried to be one of you one of the cubes that the painter actually intended to come into being. Please, can't you let me exist? Even if I don't belong?Birth sign: Aries
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