The Painting

My painting is thick
With its secrets and lies
My painting is ugly
But tugs at the eyes
My painting is hatred
That spilled over love
My painting's disaster
If push came to shove
My painting's a weakness
I've coated with dust
My painting's illusion
I've coloured with trust
My painting is anger
That's hidden in sheen
My painting is laughter
Turned into a scream
My painting is toxic
It poisons my breath
My painting is making me
Watch it to death
But looking too close
At the image I drew
I've come to believe
That my painting is you