There’s no happiness
There’s no sadness
Only splattered colors on my canvas of madness
So, so many canvases splattered with efforts
Efforts started and never finished
The strokes of unfinished visions painted
The paints given to be used were tainted
Attempts to finish a picture just finish one to see
The collage of what it is supposed to be
The vision is clouded by what others want from me
The canvases so quickly pass on by, left undone
No time to finish any picture , not one
No time to sit and wonder the why or how
Or what could have been
Why nothing looks like you want it to be
Why nothing in the pictures ever were for me
Can Anyone Relate? 
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