Portrait

“How lovely,”
they all say.
I want to tell them
they’re wrong.
Each stroke of that brush,
on that portrait so fair,
makes my skin crawl.
Makes me want to scream,
“Why can’t you all see?
The girl in the portrait,
she’s not me!”
With her smile
frozen on her face
and not a hair
out of place.
She makes me feel trapped
in the person
I’ll never be.

Prompt: Portrait

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