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
Perception 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