Her Paintings

She was 13 when she first started painting,

Every time she painted she felt it helped,

With every new painting she told her mom,

"Mommy I made a new painting",

Her mom waved her off every time,

She never felt like her mom cared,

Every time her mom didn't care she painted,

She painted once a day.

When she was 17,

She woke up and told her mom,

"Mom I made a new painting last night",

Her mom waved her off,

She went to school,

She was upset all day,

She came home and went to room,

She decided she was going to paint her last painting,

She wrote a note,

She painted her last painting,

She put more meaning in it than she ever had before.

Her mom called her for dinner,

She went to go get her daughter,

She saw her final painting,

She walked over to the painting,

She picked up the note and dropped to her knees,

The note read:

"This is my last painting, you never cared that the paint was red, the brush was silver, and the canvas was my skin"