01/26/17
The paintings hanging on the wall
Present themselves open to judgment
For the better or for the worse
They're critiqued by the very people who hung them
And when the concealing doors open
Even more people shall watch them
Pointing out each imperfection
But the common misconception
Is that there is only one interpretation
Some may find them beautiful
A flawless masterpiece
While others could see nothing
What a tragedy
Though it makes no difference
What it's thought to be
Because the truth about the paintings
There's no right way to be perceived
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Borderline | Poetry
PoetryPoetry Written in a Psychiatric Hospital #1 in psychiatrichospital 03.31.19 Chapter numbers are not in order. This poetry is older, so check out some of my newer (much better) poetry on my page. Cover by Matthaio's Galactica Graphic Shop Copy Righ...
