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
This poem is about:
Me