My Heart is an Open Gallery

Take a look inside my heart
And you will see so much art
Galleries of past events
And stories of past tragedies
You will find a cycle with each picture you see

A painted house…
Everything new all around
Greeting birds
For every man
With a painted door open to the world

Yet the picture seems to be happy
And it seems to be sane
But take a closer look
And you will see that everything isn’t okay

The painted trees are an ill green
Missing leaves falling from the tree
The grass is fading along with the fall season
Icy blue skies calling for the freezing conditions
Inside the house everything is worn
It is not painted but it is for warned
And in the back round there is a lullaby
Of laughing children signing the same rhyme

“Ring around the rosies.
A pocket full of posies.
Ashes, Ashes
We all fall down.”

Take a step into my heart
And enter the story telling section.
Listen to my past tragedies for you entertainment.
They are drama’s more than funny

Each story that is played
Is black and white
Lacking that musical sound
Depression is the theme
Yet laughter is the key.
After all the tragedies you will see
You shall forget the pain
Since the next story is about a soccer game
The film is dirty and a little messy
But the stories are so entertaining
That you won’t even notice
That the theater has never been cleaned

Take a look at each picture
Watch stories from my life
You will always be greeted with a smile in my heart
Because happy pictures they may seems
But an unhappy girl hiding to be seen.