My family
My beloved artists
Painting my portrait.
A picture
I don’t agree with.
A picture
I ponder upon
The colours blend so well
The ideas,conflicting.
To the tinted eye,
To the naked,only flaws.
Under a roof,
In my heart. They stay
Unable to understand
The fight within.
Maybe blinded by love
Or the norms.
They let me free,
With chains on me.
The key in my hand.
Key to disappointment, for them
The portrait remains.
Framed. Beautiful. Frost.


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