Paintbrush

I am the pathway to creativity…

for them.

I wish

My purpose in life

Was for me…

Not them.
 

I wish I wasn’t so ugly.

My hair never grows

And my entire body is the

Same color as blood.

I am spattered

By paint that I’ll live with eternally.

I am drowned

In yellow paint,

Tortured to portray their creativity.

My head is submerged in paint,

Stabbed onto the paper,

Tossed into water.

I hate being forgotten.

I was the tool that made