Painting a picture
For the whole world to see.
Painting a picture
That’s not at all me.
Painting the misery,
Upon contorted lips.
Painting a disaster in devoid of bliss.
Painting and painting and I can’t seem to quit.
The paint is my makeup.
The mask I must wear.
To breech the unacceptable
I never could bear.
I am painting a picture
A picture of fear.
Painting and painting and I don’t seem to care.
Painting reality or is it a lie
Painting my hurt across tearful eyes
Painting a picture but within I cry.
Painting a tragedy of this life of mine.
The paint is my blood
My way to express
Painting my pain killer
My reliever of stress
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem