Art of Pain
People see, people compliment, people talk, people laugh.
Yet, people don't notice the pain that clings from their face.
They are easily deceived by beauty, yet some beauty was formed by pain.
With every poem a poet wrote.
Is a sense of pain they can't apprise
With every painting the artist makes,
Is a pain that is formed into artwork.
With every laugh a person make
Is a mask to bury the pain from their face.
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The Independent Letter
PoetrySelf made poem for those who've always been so independent and never asked for help to anyone, hoping that one day they would see your struggles and problems.
