From the day of my  birth to this day

All I can see is art

Art is all around me and just like that

It overtook me

It overpowered me, weakened me to it's endless styles of expressionss

Making me paint all that comes to mind on a plain old canvas

No longer dull, the canvas has been convered with the blood stains of paint

Art pulls the strings to my arms like that of a puppet

Lifting up a paintbrush and stroking something new to the world

Introducing, yet again, another one of my so called masterpieces

But then, I end up looking at all that I have created

And realized

Everything that I painted showed a piece of who I am and bits and pieces of my life

Like a biography with images instead of words

Viewers see that within my art work, is not just my life story

But, they also see the art inside of me through the narration of my work

Pushing out for some sort of recognition in this world

This world, and my time left in it

This world, representing the canvas

And my life on the world

My life on a canvas