the closet poet.

emotions.

i can’t describe them.

because, they drive me crazy sometimes. 

this was one of those nights,

that you just wanted to be alone,

yet afraid of being lonely. 

i dug out my paints.

painted

the way it was inside of me.

that, is the true me. 

i want to paint my life away. 

Happy, lonely, sad.. 

I want to say it on my canvas

no more facades, i’m gonna be me.

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