What Colour?

Paint me a picture of my blistering shame.
What colours would you choose to show the pain?
Would your hand be steady and heavy and meticulously planned,
or would you just tip and pour and not even use your hands?
Paint me a picture of the torture in anguish I feel.
What colours would you use to make it all real?
Will you stare at me first and ask me to wait, to concede?
Or maybe you want me to lean over the canvas and bleed?
Paint me a picture of what you really think of me.
Maybe then you can sell it for your freedom and leave me be.