My Expression

My Art my words my inner man, the me that no one really knows.

My Words express what I hear, and what I see.

 

The Images I paint bleak, dark yet bright, quiet yet loud. Yelling to the crowd.

My Scene screaming look at me My Art, My Words, My Outer shell My Hiding eyes. I am compelled.

To Break the mold the iron shell the ideas in which society dwells will not be mine I ma myself.

My Art is me, and I am it within itself.

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