Artsy Lies

I paint a canvas of happiness,
masking any showing pain.
Trapped deep down inside,
shallow among lost pride.

Keep on trying, work harder.
None of it comprehends.
Unusually quiet and scared,
emotional abuse overwhelming.

Mediocre ugliness, sad stupidity,
your bottle quivers in hand.
Critics in their drunken stupor,
tears run down my rosy cheeks.

Just hand me a loaded gun,
I'd rather just walk; run away.
Too much for fragile minds,
love not sharing through cold eyes.