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Paint a picture on what you think of me
the truth maybe hidden
forcing the picture to turn ugly.
Something like this could make me suffer
if not today there will always be another.
Honesty sometimes is cruel
and distrust will break friendships
when lives are connected like in the place of work
it's hard to move when your head is hurt.

And that picture sticks
hanging around the neck like a ball and chain
trying to change peoples views
but failing it was all in vane.
Close to the truth
but living is not that simple
could have easily changed
now a tidal wave nolonger a ripple.

Pulling me backwards
having a fit of dispair
there really needs
to be something out there.
Stay in there it will soon blow over
who are they kidding
i have been stamped, i'm here to suffer
reeling from the pain
as i know it is not true
it should have been painted differently
never again will i trust another's point of veiw.

I'm really a good person
ever so sweet
not a vulgar animal
that no one unfortunate should meet.
Dress me up like a dog's dinner
and then throw me to the wolve's
to be stripped of all dignity
finding myself grasping at straws
nothing prepares you for this kind of fate
looking in the mirror and seeing the turning ugly head of hate.