Bitter Truth

I am not gonna lie, being a creative sucks,

I pour out my soul, I over share simple truths,

I silence my longings, only to bring them to vibrant existence on canvas.

Being a creative sucks.

I lay back in this cloudy bed,

To indulge in that I passionately dread,

I sit back and summon my memories till my eyes turn red.

Tracing them back to my closest friend.

Being a creative sucks because your work only makes sense to a few when you're dead.

Mellow in this psychological state I sit alone to seek my muse,

With clarity up my head that I can use,

To ignite my dumb chaotic art fuse,

A guilty pleasure too good to refuse.

The bitter truth is us piecing together what's broken in society to make sense,

Normal is boring so we make it deeply intense,

Intense like romance I seek only balance.

Balance is the key, so I block any personal resistance. 

That's my bitter Truth.

  

Omni