Monologue of a Collage Maker 

All that I am laid out on a single sheet of paper 
All projected in these everyday images 
Each have my personal meaning 
And I hope just that others see in these images 
What they have come to mean to me 
All that I am, conveyed by so little 
My ambitions, My hope, My joys, My dreams 
All laid out on this sheet of paper 
The meaning is so clear to me 
Everything having its own place and meaning 
All making up the parts that make me who I am 
But will others see the same 
Or will they see this phantasmagoric gathering of objects 
Or maybe take another meaning of the parts and the whole 
Seeing me as someone that I am not 
This is a fear I hold closely to my heart 
For isn't the true purpose of self-expression 
To let others see you for who you are 
But, my hope in the others will see themselves in the images 
I may have my fears for making it 
But I will never regret creating it