portrait

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.