Worked out as if I were dead,
Troubled as though I were dejected,
Weak as though I were tired

The real me is only visible to me
But to the world, I'm a shining star
But within me, I know why am hurting

I feel dejected and pained
I lay awake in agony,
But the truth is still with me

Art is my life,
While I write, I see my self in it,
But I see the opposite of me

For the world, I'm a loving and fashionable human
But within me, I know am a monster
Who is trying to open the real her,

But one more thing lies in wait,
That is, I am a light that goes dim
But to the world I always shine.

I shall cleave to what is right fully mine,
Art is my life
Though my heart is sobbing

My soul is bleeding,
But, I'll pour out my feelings, the other way around
So inhabitants would think, I am fine
When I am not.

© Fash_lois