Ehh . . . I'm not a big poetry person. I don't like to read it all that much, and I'm usually pretty bad at writing it, so I tend to steer away from it. But I've got one thing, maybe two, from when I was being all emo-like back at the beginning of tenth grade that I still kinda-sorta like. Since then I've completely fallen out of poetry writing entirely, but yeah.
So yeah. :l
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I am the world's greatest artist,
And that you cannot deny.
I am the world's greatest artist,
If you wish, I'll tell you why.
I make people see things that aren't really there
Using my mastery of illusions.
I know all the right techniques to make you think
My works are not just delusions.
My canvas is myself,
My emotion, and my well-being.
My crafts are my appearances
So that depression is not what you're seeing.
I carve a mask of stolid sternness
Making you think I care not.
Whenever I can, I paint a false smile
Because my happiness is what you've all sought.
My pencils draw a scene of contentment
On a paper wrought of my fears,
While my eraser expertly hides away
All my despondent frowns and tears.
With an added detail or two
In the form of cloth beautifully sewn,
Long sleeves and modest clothing
Hide scars that you'll never be shown.
So before you make more assumptions,
Thinking you truly know me,
Remember I'm the world's greatest artist
And you know only what I want you to see.