I paint an interesting picture
To reflect upon my day
My day full of anger
My day full of pain

I sometimes wonder
How those around me would react
If they saw the many, many
Pictures I have created

I wonder further
How they would react
To find these pictures
I made because of them

They have no idea,
And I doubt they ever will
That what a word means to them
Means another painting to me

The paintings I create
Are deep and meaningful
It's like a diary upon the canvas
Like a book of my pain

The blade is my brush,
My body, the canvas,
My blood, the paint
And I, the artist

by Fake A Smile

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I love this poem, which takes the reader into an experience-very evocative.