My life is just a painting, one for you to see. It seems like a perfect still frame of what my life should be. Beneath those layers of color the truth is hidden well. Look closely through the cracks, and you can surely tell. Is it as pleasant as it was meant to be. Before the rips and tears shown through, did you even see. Right before your eyes is this story to be told. Filled with color, and riddled with lies, for you to behold. But you chose what not to look for, and that’s all you’ll ever see. So when you look at my life, you’ll never really see me. You will never see me.
~heart & soul~