Painting A Poem

• Charli Crisford-eade, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2017

In art I painted a portrait of myself
It didn’t end up like I thought it would be
It was an absolute catastrophe!
The face was the shape of a cone
The skin was an ugly tone
The neck looked like a dried up bone
The eyes were the same shape of my phone
This painting must never be found
I will burn it to the ground
No longer will that painting stand
It shall be banished from this land
The painting and I will have a big fight
It will not be a delight
I will destroy the painting with all my might
I do not like this art’s reflection
What is the true source of my tension?