artist

you haven’t seen yet you see

the picture

you’ve collected faces and every feeling

you know everything yet you know nothing

every lie repeated is the truth

and every truth told is a lie

but this portrait you’ve painted

is tainted by an old brush

the brush that smeared darkness in your tormented mind

one that shut you down and kept you down

and you find that every canvas you create on

tells the same story

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