This is my solitude. I am confined to this space and cannot seem to break the shackles. This is my prison. I have locked myself behind these walls for so long that I forgot that I own a key. Well, I owned a key. I once had the ability to let myself out, but I have become…

You’re a piece of work.

I am a complicated masterpiece. To some I am just a simple piece with asymmetrical lines and colors they do not recognize. To some I am a piece of confusion with lines that have no meaning and colors that hold no potential. People that call themselves artists glance at me and try to sum me…