Canvas of Life

Comparing the pains of life to the scars on human body, and the fake show that one puts up to prove that his/her life is perfect to the colorful tattoos that hide the ugly scars.

Perfect?
Far from it.
My life is like a canvas
of skin stretched on the frame
of an ailing human skeleton
With curves and scars
of numerous battles
it survived.
Separation from dear ones
Explotation by loved ones
it withstood.
And shrouded the pain
with an wounded smile
Like a body covered in art
of painful tattoos hiding scars
With the fake cheerful colors
covering up the old darkened dismay
Leaving a permanent stain
on the wounded mind, body & soul
While the onlookers
admire the faux perfection
veiling the obvious truth,
- "Wonderful".