Distorted Masterpiece

Flashes and faces                                                                                                          how did I survive                                                                                                                              how do I live                                                                                                                 how do I take                                                                                                                how do I give                                                                                                                trust no one                                                                                                                     no one do I trust
Let you in so the pain can begin                                                                                           no one truly listens                                                                                                       only hear bits and pieces                                                                                                 and draw a distorted masterpiece of me. Sean
 

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Great poem Sean! I\'m sorry you are suffering. I understand exactly what you are feeling in this poem, it really speaks to me.

Keep writing!