Seeking for an alter, I start all blank Covering everything That once was there With a sheet of nothing Watch as a painting is about to be created I plan an imagery of perfection That I will soon put into action To become what I should be I pick up the brush of change And I paint to mask the unwanted feelings Purple, I laugh Blue, I am friendly Yellow, I am happy... I add colors after colors To make an image A beautiful masterpiece Strokes after strokes Until I am satisfied Of the comfort it provides me I SMILE...content with my work But only if you look carefully You will notice Under all those strokes of color Is living an infinite history of despair Mysterious dominant pain Of a past tragedy That's part and will always be part of ME As a cry for help trying to be heard It rises to the surface to destroy The beautiful but deadly painted art That I call pretending... To be Continued?