Painted faces
to hide the pain
black umbrellas
to shield the rain
barred emotions
to cover the abyss
high tide walls
to wash the mist
eccentricity
to stop the mundane
quiet repression
to hold the shame
warm cozy blankets
to warm the chill
years of therapy
to assuage the guilt
beautiful poetry
the express the loss
and show the world
high shined gloss...
when will
rainbows come
instead of rain
show my face
without the pain
allow my emotions
to be as they will
to break the walls
that hold me still
to be unique
without the airs
to throw away shame
come out of my lair
not need blankets
to hold me dear
quit the guilt
quit the fear
keep with poetry
with happy endings
show the world
happy things...
ITS TIME