[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

True Colours

A painting does not always show
Its true colours
Layers and layers of lies
Covers and smothers

You think one changed
When they lose that warm soft
But really, it's just
A mask falling off

Give it time, the colours bleed
Seeping through the canvas
There is a limit to how much they can
Keep the poisonous paint on

When someone stabs you in the back
Or cheats you in life's game
Remember they had a mask on
And others have the same

But what are they hiding?
Very few are inherently cruel
Their evil misunderstood
Fighting themselves is their duel

True colours sting them
Just as well as you
The acrylic burns unbearably
When it is inside of you

They only way to escape
Is to put up layer after layer
They'll never seep through
I'll be so much safer

But when they come dribbling
Out my hapless maw
The one I held so dear looked
At my disgusting flaws

It happens again and I brace
I brace for the burning
For the paint on show
And another one hurting

The paint makes me cry
I could never bear the pain of myself
And now others see it
And they run to for the hills

They scream profanities and cruelties
Of which I will forever know
"Thank you for showing me your true colours"
It makes it easier to let you go...