I am in a rut,

creativity holds no comfort,

instead it blocks me in,

grabbing at my last ounce of strength,

bitter to the thought of forgiveness;  

I am no artist,

I am nothing. 

Those that can see,

see the ugliness 

before true beauty;

I shall wear this mask

for the rest of my days,

masked by the lies,

masked from the truth,

never to be hurt again. 


stuck in this rut 

and forgive me if I shout

but, will someone help? 


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