Painless

Positive

People seem to never understand,

What exactly it's like to be me.

I am nowhere close to precise and planned.

Seldom is there any glee.

Often despair and broken hearts.

Though you make me feel it, I am not carefree.

My escape from the pain is the creation of arts.

Such as this poem and my other book.

It may not be effective enough, but it's better than throwing darts.

Another way I forget the pain is if I cook.

I've been cooking forever and it's been imbedded into who I am.

Though it still may not be enough, I always bring with me my notebook.

Contrary to other's belief I am not, indeed, a sham.

I am 100% real.

But, to break down my walls, they always use a bettering ram.

I do my work with absolute zeal.

It is my life and I will not give it up soon.

I honestly don't know why people think I'm a lying, deceiving little eel.

But they never bothered to listen to my tune.

Those who did however, I will love forever.

All I want is for my love and I to have everything fine when we look at the moon.

But they don't care about that, whatever.

I just want to go hand-in-hand,

With those I know I will never sever.