My girlfriend had made this right after i broke up before we started dating again.
The actual poem is here just incase you cannot read it:
Quote:
This image with the brush in my hand i paint my image the image i hate so much this face in disguuise in which nobody must know or in which nobody must methe real face show for the image itself i paint may scare the picture i paint so cheery, so happy just so i can hide the real me show the depressed and angred me that i hind so deep in my soul for if i come out i may snap so as i take my brush in my hand and continue to paint the new image the new me i hind behind the new face and still nobody knows so as i walk these loney streets with only my real shadow beside me.I remain thinking... this paintbrush i hold in my hand do i need it or can i escape and let the real me unleash on this innocent world of ours don't know what to say,words won't come out i'm here but not seen if i go will someone miss me so if i let go of something i've held for so long will can i be finally me and can i let the real me show?
Not to sound like a wimp but it is a a beatiful poem...
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