Frustration
My hand are a canvas of color
Paint drips between my fingers in thick rivers of brilliance
My face is a canvas of color
Paint smears litter it from wiping sweat from the labor of my work
My clothes are a canvas of color
Fresh fabric stained with bright hues of red, yellow, and blues
My room is a canvas of color
Paint splatters decorate the floors and walls an art studio of my own design
The canvas is of no color
They have all mixed into an horrid brownish-black.