H.+Extended+Metaphor+Poem.

I am a painting in a museum displayed for everyone to see silently,still, i stand while people pass by me always observing, always staring they always have something to say there's diffrent types that pass my way Some will understand who I am Others won't, and wave me away with their hands. Beautiful, ugly, a mistake, a portrait. Always branding me with a word. No one knows exactly who I am. But only the few understand.