I always hated to stay 

Between the lines

The lines on the page

The lines of my face

My colours splashed  

Outside the box

Messy, they called me, 

And messy I stayed. 

I had my share of trouble 

Straying from the lines

The lines that life drew

Confining me in walls

I will not be contained

Splurging upon lines

Like the setting sun, I remain 

Messy. Messy and undone.