The Painter

I thought you’d have the heart to say,
That I am not the one you seek,
The one who makes you want to smile,
The soul who lives to hear you speak,
And revel in your child like fun,
But alas I’m not this one.

I know the man who claimed this part,
This dazzling role before your eyes,
He weaves such love like works of art,
He paints a picture- canvassed lies,
A fraud so tailored, please believe,
He’s nothing like the man you see.

But how can one like I compare?
To one who hides with joyous ease?
I am but one who wants to share,
Every day, each memory,
Yet I will never have that chance,
As I’ll receive no second glance.