Painting My Own Picture

Painting my own picture, no template sheet

Brush in my hand, rhythm in my feet

I don't copy dreams from a trending page

I mix my blues with a little rage

Then soften it with a warm gold tone

That's my life custom, home-grown

I paint my own picture, frame it myself

No museum needed, no label shelf

If it's messy, it's honest, that's the twist

I'm the artist and the art can't miss

I shade my failures, highlight my growth

Add little details only I know

A coffee ring, a tear stain, a laugh line

All of it belongs in the design

People critique from far away

But they don't hold the brush, so what they say?

Sometimes I doubt my color choice

But doubt is just a nervous voice

I step back, breathe, adjust the hue

And remember: it's mine to do

Painting my own picture, stroke by stroke

Turning old hurt into a new joke

If you don't like it, that's okay

I'm not making art for everybody anyway

This canvas holds my quiet truth

And I'm proud of the way it grew

I paint my own picture, frame it myself

No museum needed, no label shelf

If it's messy, it's honest, that's the twist

I'm the artist and the art can't miss

Look at that.