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I paint my own Mona Lisa
Upon this tainted canvas
Her lips are red as blood
Her eyes see all the madness.
Just like me she is frozen
Inside her painted prison;
But people see and adore her,
Blocking out even my vision
I am nothing but a burden
like a broken brush for burning;
My bruises will not fade
I am my masterpiece.
With every self-inflicted wound
My soul spirals down into the tomb
of all the dreams I had in the womb,
What I would give to be so free?
People hold me by my broken wings,
tell me,
"Let our angels sing,"
but I'm not your angel,
I'm not your God,
I can't save you
when things go wrong,
I'm sorry for being such a worthless soul,
to all others, I seem so cold
When i reality, I cry at night
I'm on the losing end
I lost my own fight.
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