Uncontainable (Live)

I clutch this can of paint with my grip

A relic of time that has started to slip

Leftover from my walls, a faded dream

A mix of white and red, a vibrant scheme

I once yearned for a color, delicate and true

But fears held me back, unsure what to do

I feared living in a pig's belly kind of hue

So, I hid the can away, keeping it from view

But now something's wrong, it's boiling inside

Bubbling and rumbling, a secret it can't hide

The lid pops open, I try to keep it closed

I fight to contain it, so nobody knows

Duct tape won't hold, it slips away

I can't throw it out, not today anyway

If it leaks, they'll think it's blood and they'll be terrified

So, I guard it closely, it keeps me occupied

I tried every option, but fate intervened

The paint spilled out, a sight unforeseen

I laid down the paper, to catch the flow

And out of those lines, a story started to grow

Thick lines of paint, big letters they form

A poem emerges, weathered and worn

It's beautiful, tragic, with a melancholy strain

About longing for freedom and about seething pain

So let that paint spill, let the words be told

In this unexpected moment, my tale unfolds

A can of paint, a vessel for art

Telling my story about falling apart