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My Paint

We are those locked up inside
With painted skin and tear stained eyes.
You look at us and ask us why
Why cover up, why do you cry?
But there is something you don't know,
to some we are willing to let our true self show
We remain hidden from most though
Behind our paint, behind our soul.

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Written March 5th, 2005

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  • Pheo
    May 4, 2005
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    The locks imply an unwanted covering; is the paint wanted or not? I think it really is... if not to conceal/mask, then to stand off from the rest--the norm, the shallow, whatever you would call the majority of ill-favored youth. It would work either way; as if everyone were likable and accepting, hiding wouldn't be necessary--and nobody would need locks. Like in Canada! Nice job, it's well thought out and it's an extended answer to the questions, "For one who must ask, no answer would suffice."


  • thewriterwithin
    March 14, 2005
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    Oh wow.. wow!! This was something spectacular!!! It was amazing. I am loving the way you explained everything so good, without writing so many lines. This shows so much talent, I love it.

    Take Care,
    Jasmine

  • Frost Bit Rose
    March 5, 2005
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    awsome

    well this is very interesting......Hey are you a painter ....cause if you are i got to tell you some thing i am to!!!.