Framed

Never will I regret those lonley nights
Sitting uncomfortably
Getting up, walking angrily
Stumping my feet off
For you

Too many eyes on my walls
Seeking my comfort
Looking at me pitfully
Depicting me Impressionistically
Reaching me through

I wave my hands vigorously
To banish their pull
I won't be stroked on a canvas
These emotions are far too cruel
Even for you

Never will I regret that lonley night
When I took out a pencil
And made them all cry
Tear by tear I drew
For that realistic side in you

I'll hang myself in a frame
When all around me are walls
Eyes will tear, though not in despair
Only Joy
But you won't understand

You'll say she's apathic
She draws all so abstract
Always in silent

And I'll just try to retract