Muse

i sit and paint my self portrait
and listen to ani difranco paint my self portrait with her words
and i wonder how she can speak the words written in my head
and i realise though were different
were all the same
its the muse that makes us that way
it is heartsick
it is pain
it is love
and it is shame
and there are so many muses that colour the paintings we make
and there are so many people who are really the same
and there will always be a person
with a name
and a face
there will always be a muse
to take the blame
for all of the writings and paintings and songs that we sing