My pencil moves around the page
Sketching face and hands
Drawing peoples happiness
Not missing a single strand
How is it that i find joy in this
Drawing the happy and sad
How can i keep pretending
That im no longer angry or sad
How is it that i hide my tears
So easily behind a mask
Pretending to be a beautiful vase
When im no more than broken glass
Pretending i am one of them
The happy people i draw
While i am left alone below
While they all glide and soar
Maybe it as meant like this
Maybe im not good enough
To soar among these people
My flight would be shear and rough
So i just keep my mask on
So no one sees my tears
Just so noody asks
About my life or greatest fears
The scars of my past i hide
Underneath my clothes
No one ever sees the child
Who took so many blows
If i just keep my secrets
And my past to myself
I'll just pack them all away
And keep them on a shelf
And if the box starts to open
Or somebody gets to close
I'll just have to push them away again
And turn my back on those
Please dont pity me but
When I want to get away from it all
I do the thing that makes me stop thinking
And just sit down and draw
Someday i wish for someone
Who sees past my fears
Who understands my secrets
And wipes away my tear
If my life was my picture
I would draw it differently
I would place my self upon a mountain
With them right next to me
I would show the world
That im more then just an artist
If i could just sketch my future
My past would not be missed
But for now ill just keep drawing
Until that person comes along
Giving people happiness
For my story's far too long
