Painting

You created me
With your bare hands
And an austere vision
I am a piece of you
Displayed in frame
A glorious commission

You hung me in an obvious spot
You loved and hated every blot
This collection of time you forgot
That's me on the wall up there

I watch you walk by
Every single day
I fail to see the good I've done
I collect dust
I require explanation
And you're too overrun

I saw you take me down and sell me
When were you planning to ever tell me?
It's not like I'm afraid of what hell means
I just wanted a fair chance

You scoff at me
Turn your nose in apathy
Start a new painting, mine is killed
Say I no longer represent you
You don't think I was ever meant to
But I think I always have and always will