Hidden Masterpiece

by Donna   Oct 10, 2005


I am a painter in my mind
Painting beautiful pictures
I hope no one finds

I hide the evidenence
Beneath my clothes
Desperatley hoping none of them show

Am I stupid
Acting on foolish thoughts
I need help to find a cause

This is not normal but neither am I
Desperate and lonely
I start to cry

Looking down my scared arms
I retrace my thoughts
remembering every single one

No one truely understands
All of my pain
bottled up inside with nothing to gain

No one to talk to
They don\\\'t really care
Torn and tattered
with nothing left to share

Crimson red dripping down my arm
I some how feel relief
with nothing left of my emotion
It\\\'s time to start another masterpiece

I look back at all of my creations
That will haunt me for life
and remember the pain
Remember all the strife

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  • 18 years ago

    by Rusted x Heart

    I quite liked this poem. the beginning started VERY well and in a strong manner, with great use of metaphors, but I feel the final and obvious mention of crimson dripping down was somewhat cliché and brought the poem down a bit, But not to worry cause the rest of it is, in itself...a masterpiece ;)

  • 18 years ago

    by Rusted x Heart

    I quite liked this poem. the beginning started VERY well and in a strong manner, with great use of metaphors, but I feel the final and obvious mention of crimson dripping down was somewhat cliché and brought the poem down a bit, But not to worry cause the rest of it is, in itself...a masterpiece ;)

  • 18 years ago

    by Jamie

    Awesome like the metaphor you used good job....

    Crimson red dripping down my arm
    I some how feel relief
    with nothing left of my emotion
    It's time to start another masterpiece

    that was my favorite part i must say the rhymes were not all that special they were mostly simple words...easy words...but it flowed perfect so i think ill give it a 5/5 great job

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