The world is a canvas,
your mind is the paint brush.
You see what you want to,
even if what you see is not the truth.
You paint yourself the perfect picture of someone,
to just later find out that what
you painted was only a lie.
What you had painted was a mask;
A mask to hide what that
person truly is.
YOU ARE READING
Meet Me At The End Of Nowhere ➳
PoetryWords can sometimes be your only escape from the world around you.