I want you to draw me,
As you see me, where I stand,
Bare in the dark,
And broken in the sun.
I want you to highlight my flaws,
Because, they are a part of me,
And like my nails and my hair,
Like my heart and like my face
I want you to change your palette,
To the darker, the sombre,
Not because I'm sad, no,
but because I happy,
And because I know that time will take even that.
I want you to take a knife,
And cut the canvas;
Your sculpture and my soul.
Tear away at the paint,
And claw at the finely painted eyes,
I want you to see me, for who I really am,
Without the paint, without the skin,
I want you to see me cut and bruised,
The kind that paint cannot capture,
The type that lies beneath the skin.