The Artist of Me

Color me in your darkness

For it’s warmer than the rainbow of someone new

Sculpt me so that it’s your demons, I harness

I’d rather be carved by your sharpness

than resurrected by someone who isn’t you

Color me in your darkness

You cover me in targets, paint me in scarlet

But my true colors start seeping through

Sculpt me so that it’s your demons, I harness

Pin my hands and feet to tree limbs, the world is your canvas

Outside your forceful demand, I wonder what I’d do

Held hostage by your darkness

And thus, my mold hardens

I look in the mirror and think, “who?”

Sculpt me so it’s my own reflection, I harness

Yet when it comes to myself, I am the only artist

I thought deep reds suited me, turns out I shine better in blue

I have escaped your darkness

Sculpted so it’s my true disposition, I harness