Paint
Words are colors placed on paper by ink
Painting struggles and victories of people all over the world
These pictures are a true wonder, they come straight from the heart
They are a glimpse into a guarded soul
That is screaming out for help, friendship or validation
My lined canvas is covered in my metophoric tears
My notebooks splashed in my secret feeling
My feelings and hopes decorate pages, that I'm scared to show.
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