I’ve been rejected and refused,
My heart is bruised,
I have nothing but pain,
But nothing to take it away,
There are no lights shining through,
I have no one to talk to,
Have to spill out my heart,
On paper, in words, that’s my art.
Afraid of being alone,
But I never have it shown,
I keep it concealed,
So you can’t see how I feel.
I keep my smile plastered,
The art of concealment, I have it mastered.