I am Paint

I am smeared on I canvas

Raped by other colors

Thinned

And stabbed by hairy bristles

I stained clothes and carpet

I am wash down the drain

Unwanted till made into perfection

Which only the beholder can pronounce

I am oil 

Acrylic 

Water

I am at the will of one

One that is many

An artist

A visual musician

I am the liquid clay they mold

Holding my shape and design

On a paper

Canvas

Or wall

I am paint