There’s More to Me

By Matthew Ariaratnam

Paint whatever picture you want of me

The truth will rest within what they see

Chipped and faded Lines

Blankets of dust at the corners and sides

It’s not what it seems

There’s more to me

Don’t try to manipulate

Don’t try to instigate

Don’t try to lie

I know what’s beneath your colourful lines

It’s not what is seems

There’s more to me

I know I’m starting to rust

Chipped coat and cracking crust

I’m fading

I’m fading out

In your mind

I’ll fade right out