Me ..

analyse this poem.. tell me what the person is feeling and how you portrayed the message!

my vision is a little blurry,
from the tears form in my eyes,
and as they fall,
i act like they were never there,

by wiping it away as if it was a shaving from an eraser,
and off of my face like an outlined canvas,
that is yet to be filled,

i was to naive to ever care,
about anyone but you,
and when you weren’t there,
i saw a new world and not in a better way,

but where we all wore masks and long sleeves,
to hid the secrets being burned into our flesh,
and the only way to hide the secrets, was to hide yourself.

because when people judge you,
and you hide the most important things,
that make you, you…. away from people,
you start to become someone else,

and i realized that when you left,
i was in my own thoughts and not wondering yours,
and as i explored my mind i saw the world differently,

that i'm still alone even when people are next to me.
that my depression isn’t just my mindset,
but the way i’ll always see the world through my eyes,
and i was blinded from it by you,

i hate this world i see and it makes me more insecure,
and as i drown in the acrylic paint that begins to cover my canvas,
i don’t see the colors, but the shades of grey,
and when i see you, i wonder why it all disappears,

you are the cure to my twisted mind,
and when this canvas is warped overtime,
you’ll see that these layers of paint that fall off,
show the real beauty,

i see that you don’t like it when people see your masterpiece and fight over it,
and i just sit in the back hoping that you notice me,
and you may not know that i like you because my long sleeves,
and mask, just like everyone else,

but you saw that under my mask, and under my long sleeves,
was a person, that didn’t show the love,
but still had it, and had more than anyone else,
but i was still insecure. and you were still all hers.
while i sat in the back, wipe my tears, trying not to smear the canvas.