The Artist's Pain
The Artist's Pain
You look at blacks and the whites
I tread in the grays.
I have mastered to hide it in a thousand ways.
Deafening screams inside my soul,
The world outside glitters with fame.
I stood on the stage and sang of my loneliness,
The world cheered on, applauded.
No one looked behind the curtain
As my gaunt reflection stared at me.
They all want a piece of me,
No one sees the living, breathing man inside,
How can you separate the art from the artist?
When all I write is a part of me.