On Canvas

O

I prise my eyes open
And paint on a smile,
I am an artist’s depiction
Of myself
No one knows
How I feel,
I don’t let them
They only see
The colourful me
The brush strokes
That Make me strong
But inside I know
They are wrong
How does the artist
create such beauty
From someone
So empty,
So alone.

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