Picasso of my own life
I have mastered the art of painting a smile on my face
Convincing my brain that my heart is fine...
While its not, even though its just a phase
Sometimes it feels like it will never pass
And I'm living a lie
But wait? Who can say its a lie if its happening outward?
Who can see the broken paint brushes I use
While they are caught in awe by the beauty of the canvas?
I've become an artist of my own life
With broken brushes and dark colours
I still manage to paint a bright picture
Even though its hard for me atleast it brings joy to the one who's looking at it
My masterpiece, a smile from a frown
A laugh from a cry!
-Hlogi
