You will understand, I swear.

Like all forms of art,
You may not understand.
Yet I am an artist,
And you are my muse.

Now with this brush,
I will paint you a picture.
Of beauty and devotion,
Of sadness and pain.

Now this is the outlet,
For my hearts lament.
The voice of my soul,
Quiet and dark.

To paint you this picture,
Takes time and dedication.
Every line must be drawn with care,
to express the unspeakable.

No don't look,
Keep your eyes away.
It's not complete yet,
There is still so much to do.

And when it's done,
I shall give deliver it to you.
So then maybe,
You will finally understand.

At first you might be confused,
And not comprehend my gift.
But you will know my masterpiece,
As the scars I bare.