Drawing in pen

My life,

The sometimes permanent, ever-so-often erasable ensemble of lines and shades that create my image to the observer

On exhibit,

I collect the views of the world like dust on old books,

Shaping my curves and lines to fit self perception, I hack away with my eraser, defining my image into a mix of society and ones own being

Edited here, erased there,

I become a work of art,

Abstract and inspiring, but never completely chalked up to one universal definition

I am ones own desire, turned into canvas and transformed into a story for everyone to tell different versions of.

Living expression of a self less met by society.