apologies unsaid.

Look what I've done; this picture I've painted. It looks like my heart - or what still remains. Convinced of the weight; your interpretations are not what I see; but I wish it could be. I'll try to explain the way that the frame doesn't quite fit the image, or surround the edge. It stands on display. What do you see? Behold all the new grey, what's become of the old me. Calling, crying, ashamed of what I am not. Really failing, falling into this cage and I can't escape.