Canvas of Me

visions of contradictions, a blank page to be filled
 images of me scattered, is this who I am? canvas of me
 is this all that matters? or what they think - a skewed reality
 as charcoal draws upon the canvas
 lines construct what thy perceive
 obscuring images of madness
 we all portray an ideal of who we are
 drawn in black onto the pedestal
 shades of grey blur all that seems
 I am a fictive imprint of the beholders dream
 truth unveils true colors that lie beyond
 visions or mere delusions
 a canvas corrupted by me
 images of me tattered
 is this who I am? canvas of me
 embellished for the masses
 what they see, a skewed reality
 as charcoal draws upon the canvas
 lines construct what thy perceive
 obscuring images of madness
 we all portray an ideal of who we are
 in a world of superficial desires
 percption is law and honestly is flaw
 the knowing of self an art to be extinct
 only the sycophant remain to paint this canvas of me
 sadly the fake remain to skew this image of me
 drawn in black onto the pedestal
 shades of grey blur all that seems
 I am a fictive imprint of the beholders dream
 truth unveils true colors that lie beyond