No words can express how I really feel
At least not enough, but I will try still
I'm the silhouette in the shadows
Drowning in the darkness of my days
You can't see it, but it's there
Hidden well within the brushes
That try to paint me a different color but blue
I'm the drawing in the dark
The Artist in plain sight
And I paint myself blue to your adulation
Like the phenomenon of color constancy
I see blue and black, but you
You see white and gold; I'm done
No need to show what's hidden in plain sight
I'm fine I say, over and again; depressed
No words can say how I really feel
The words will never be enough
To make you see that all I am, is ill