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i feel them lie their brushes down,
theyre finally done painting my portrait,
years of hard work, finally done
my portrait, a finale -- one of many!
however,

i glance at this portrait,
it looks nothing like me
the face that stares back
is just a mere reflection of me
in fact, its all wrong
this portrait stares back at me
it makes me rather uncomfortable
it makes me feel upset
why do i feel this way?
its just one of many
where people have paved the way
i shouldnt be this upset,
people have been spewing their image of me
for years.

i didnt paint this, 
i couldve painted it myself
if i did it would be messy 
and unkempt
i shouldnt even attempt it,

so, ill pick up the brushes
and gather the paint
and ill paint my own portrait
of one i want me to be
where i can look how i want,
where i can let my wings grow
this is my portrait.

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