Pretty Picture

What a pretty picture I have for all the world to see. It’s painted black and blue and the gray part, that’s me. Every color that is chosen blend well with one another and when I get upset red overrides the others. No one sees the real me No one knows me for myself. When I come to them for help they put the problem on a shelf. The people that I hurt, the people I push away, the ones I put my trust in are the ones that betray. I feel there is no help for my family or for me to save us from this selfish world of greed and misery. On the chance I have a good day when things seem happy and full of light they next day becomes too loud and the light way too bright. When can I stop feeling this way? When can I just be normal? When can my like go like the rest with ‘business as usual’? The things I say, the things I do are NOT sugar coated. The hurtful words used against me are totally misquoted. So the picture painted is not truly me but a figment of my imagination, to make you believe I live just like you and not in the world of damnation.