I see you, with all your flaws.
No one will ever know what I'm explaining.
Bot only a conscious restricts imagination to have laws,
but imagination takes its mind to create paintings.
Describing that with all your mistakes never wanting a repetition,
you can never be yourself in the light of our creation.
Leaving me alone, wondering why this became usual rather than a problem.
Something never studied, therefore I cannot solve them.
Wanting a change, without changing you from yourself.
A lonely book watching others be read from the top shelf.
Having so much to inform the world but never gets an interest,
showing your cover, waiting to be touched, treated to cruelest.