His poems paint pictures
He looks into a mirror and isn’t even sure
His poems paint pictures that do not exist
Of the character he is
Or the character he claims to be
Which one is the one you see?
If the face that stares back is his anymore
And it’s all he can do to push out of himself
And pretend that he’s dead or anyone else
‘Cause he tries not to care
Tries not to compare
But his feelings remain constantly there
So he closes his eyes
Chooses to hide
And wishes nobody’d care if he committed suicide
And he pictures you picturing pictures of this