I am a painter, bold and true.
I see the world through different lens than you.
You say what you should;
I paint the words you never could.
My paintbrush groans,
as I dip it deep into the palette of my soul.
Vivid images come to life,
buried feelings start to rise.
I don't intend to stop;
I am never holding back.
I brush and stroke in red and black,
with agonizing speed of frozen clocks.
This is my masterpiece; I need not rush.
When I'm done you tell me,
and tell me fast.
What do you see,
as you read through my life's canvas?
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