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I Paint
I paint a picture I think people will appreciate.
They see happiness and confidence, but the paint smears the truth.
If they could see the canvas, they would know.
But as an artist, I paint on.
I cover the canvas as I cover the lies.
In the painting you see the sun and no clouds,
but underneath a storm is brewing.
I carry on and you see a rainbow,
but in the distance is the storm.
The storm must not be noticed,
so I paint on.
As the storm rears its ugly head,
I paint on.
