the lilac colors pour from your sadden heart
for you are longing to create art
something you can transfer your sadness onto
so you no longer have to carry it

you use your tongue to speak the words that your feelings write for you
for your pain is scripted by the ones who hurt you
you dont have to memorize any lines
they've always been imprinted inside of your mind

the art you created hangs off your chest for everyone to see
you display it proudly, wanting people to know that you did this
but yet you dont think proudly of yourself, you never do
you created this art from the things that hurt you most
something you always wanted to do
but...

why cant you manage a smile?