You say you can see me, but is it truly me you are seeing?
You say you can hear me, but all you hear is the sing-song mask that covers the pain hidden inside.
You want to know me?
Are you prepared for all that lies beneath the surface?
Behind this Da'Vinci is a Picasso....a scattered picture of one being splattered with different colors....not just the colors you wish to see, the colors that paint your world free of problems....but the colors of every emotion I feel....the darks, the lights.....
the shadows.
I'm not just a display....I'm a real person...flesh and bone. I bleed, I cry.....I am who I am....
Can you handle that? |