She Is An Artist Poem by Poet Unravelled

Insane, erratic and totally inane
Her eyes brimming with hidden pain
She laughs in an instant
Cries next minute like an infant
You look at her and wonder
How can her life be so asunder?

She is an artist
Not exactly the smartest
But, she is in touch with her heart
And her Emotions ripped apart
Constantly wondering if the pain
is for real or in vain

Maybe, her pain isn't real to start
Perhaps, just a manifest of her art
Or she is an artist incredible
Because of her pain indelible

You look at her sight
And think it can never be my plight
But, little do you know
You realize it very slow
An artist lies dormant within each of us
Waiting for the right time to egress