Weathered Canvas

So far, unwanted
Too close, controlling
Never trusted
Never
I’m not made for this
My head can’t fathom the truth
That you ended all that was good
Your eyes have grown accustom like I knew they would
To the same old picture
Always hiding
No longer seeking for help
Holding me down
Trapped, forever trapped
Your eyes have grown accustom like I knew they would
To the same old picture
Your eyes have grown accustom like I knew they would
To the same old picture
You caused my mind to fade away
Forever thinking I wasn’t right
This weathered canvas, carved by tired hands