Design

I have an eye for design.
I see the crack that runs down my mind and shifts the beauty of my soul into an ugly shadow.
It runs down from compassion; warped, faded. Breaking the human pattern.
I know the wrong colors in my words
I know the ugly streaks that blemish their strokes
Cruel, Desperate, Delirious.
I know.
I know how watered down they are and laced with lead
Haunted for becoming a master piece.
I have an eye for design
I know what I wear as I flaunt myself in the gallery.
So many people.
Some mediocre works, but they will never be as damaged as I.
I know the audience avert their gaze and the insightful may grimace.
I can do nothing, but don't insult my skill
From what others have vandalized.
I see it all so clearly
So much more than the casual viewer.
I have an eye for it.