So many do not understand that is inside of me..
For all they see is what I put on the canves..
They see laughter instead of tears..
They see content instead of anger..
They see happiness instead of sadness..
They see confidence instead of doubt..
They see dream instead of losses..
For the canves of me is so different then what is really inside..
For inside is so much fear and pain..
For inside there is so much confussion..
Things I cant let anyone see..
For is I show what is really there I will once again be a victim..
So I pain whatever I need to on this canves..
So nobody will know what is really inside of me..
Behind this canves nobody can see me..
behind this canves I can hide..