Self Portait

by: Stacy

I never "got" art.
Like I never "got" you.
So abstract and hidden.
I'll hang you on my wall.

You'll be my focal point,
and my source of frustration.
Lines. Colors. Dots.
Yet still nothing to see.

But you could read me
oh, so well.
A stick figure with no
lines to even read between.

I'm the one with the ears, hands,
eyes.
And you're just a splashed canvas.
Somehow I'm the blind one.