My Violin

I've felt only sadness all my life

I play the violin so I don't feel the strife

Its wooden veneer hides my pain

And the bow glides across the violins' vein 

Such a beautiful sound it emanates

The light glistens and the string radiates


I pack my violin and try to act plain

But my feelings flood my head and make me insane

I can't contain these feelings within my mind

They're too powerful and loud to be confined

I try to get these emotions out through my violin

But the bow is a knife and the instrument, my skin

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