The Girl by the Window Edvard Munch

Not reflected in glass, though bathed in light I'm always only inches from the long dark night No certainty of self will I ever amass Though bathed in light, not reflected in glass The shadow of the frame falls on my spine It bolsters me up, stops me losing my mind Wrongly placed shadows in the darkness I claim Falls on my spine, the shadow of the frame With unfocussed gaze, breathing heavy air Too aware of inside to even see out there Even squares of light seem like impassable maze Breathing heavy air, with unfocussed gaze Scratch to lift paint to create texture Our self assessments are merely conjecture Never trust anyone who believes themselves a saint To create texture scratch to lift paint