Every artist has a source of inspiration. A muse so to say.
Someone who encourages them to try new things or
Helps them get new and fresh ideas for their art.
Soft, beautiful, elegant, tranquil captivating
That is the definition of the results of their work.
A muse is the source of the artist’s inspiration
The thing that makes them try harder.
Determination so to say.
Having a muse is taking your skills and mind
To another level.
Is having your heart set up.
No doubts, no insecurity
The admiration of someone who loves you
Maybe that’s why my artwork is lacking improvement.
I don’t have a real goal…
Well I do but,
Is hard to have a goal and stay on your track...
When everything and everyone seems
To ignore your work.
Feeling like your skill is not even near as decent.
Ignored, like a spirit.
Only seeing things and life go by without you.
No one seems to notice your presence
I can well as hay disappear and no one would batter and eyelash
I don’t have anyone to rely on
To cheer me on becoming the best I can be.
Pathetic isn’t it?
I should be able to walk on my own.
To rely on myself
Why do I want acknowledgement?
To be noticed?
“Amazing work, you can do it! I believe o you!”
Those words my mind dreams of hearing.
To be loved and be noticed.
I can only day dream of it.
I don’t really say all that is bothering me.
I don’t want to bother anyone with
My real feelings
How selfish I can be?
I should be happy they are happy
Not to feel jealous or angry.
They deserve it
Don’t you deserve it to? After all you do to cheer everyone up?
You sure can be dumb. After you help them and they say those words?
Why don’t you just show your true colors?
No! They are happy. And I’m glad they are
Stop lying! You are not okay with this! Is like being on square one!
They should love us! Say they miss us. Hear every word we speak
Captivated by our presence and spoil us.
No! I can’t be selfish! That is a bad thing!
I’m a good person. Good people don’t get
Jealous, don’t hate on other people
Don’t feel sad, don’t want to be spoiled
You can’t deny it darling
We are one and the same
Give up and accept it
The sooner the better
You can’t keep this charade forever
You feel sad, depressed, lonely
Hence, you even were feeling annoyed
At her actions.
How they cared about her so badly while
You are in the verge of insanity
Walking on a thin rope.
Heart shattered in pieces.
Hopes scattered and getting ill.
You know your emotions
You will keep your mask but,
How long it will be
Until it breaks
And you won’t be able to fix it?
I can. I have to be strong for them.
I have to support them.
Then who is going to be there for you?
To cheer you on?
To make you smile?
I see through your lies
That smile you make
Is a temporary smile
It will break
Can you handle the consequences?
As long as I say the half-truth half lie
No one will notice
You know how people are,
Self-centered, they think everything can be fixed easily
Hiding the sky with their hand
Avoiding the inevitable
Dreaming foolishly of things they can get
The fake friendship
Yes, that’s how is called
If they knew me...
The real me
They would hate me
Just like everyone does.
Once you show them who you are
The muse turns into your destruction
I bet my muse will never come.
I have to be strong.
Or just keep living this artificial happiness
Play along their little game of
Isn’t it sweet?
That bitter sweet taste
That comes with lies and fake promises
For a second there I almost believed it
If it weren’t I already have seen it
I would have fell for it.
I will play along.
“Usted quereis molestarme la vida? Pues juguemos mi amore.”