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So I understand now People are blind It isn't that I haven't tried Quite the contrary, with ever stroke And every line I've cut the words I couldn't scream Into visibility on the canvas of my face My arms and hands and fingertips Tattooed in gold and silver ink The things I didn't want to think, traced In painful swirls and points But nobody seems to realise The purpose of my colourful creation My only expectation A wish for seeing eyes Now revealed as a false hope My wish for a chance not to hide But since they won't see They can't see I'll push everything back inside So I understand now I'll be everything they want me to be I'll smile and I'll laugh And everything will be okay in the visible I'll be the puppet they need But the screams still want to break free
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