The Artist Poem by Maryah DeLong
The Artist
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What is it that defines who we REALLY are?
The [secrets] we keep?
The friends we have?
The Emotions we feel....
the wounds that won't heal?
We are who we are made to be,
who others believe us to be.
We are nothing more than a blank canvas
And everyone around us....
The Artist.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: emotions,wounds
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