Canvas

A Poem by Jas

My skin is a canvas
So I paint it

Splotches of blue and black
Spread across the page

Angry red lines
Slice through the picture

Lyrics are scrawled
On every spare inch

Every edge, every corner
Is torn at and picked

My skin is a masterpiece
The result of emptiness

I am the triumphant artist
Creator of this great work

Why does success hurt so much?
Why is so much not enough?

Determined, I snatch up my paintbrush
And add to my canvas