I colored my worst color
on my face
to appear to the world as
hateful space.

I cannot erase my oils,
my facade,
and must show accuracy,
whatever sod.

I restrain to paint my face
how ugly,
but truth awakens the best
within me.

So beautifully painted
is my hate,
to decorate a devil’s
tortured state.

Delicately, I painted
my evil
to save my face and protect
my devil.

I possess a true facade,
to shade my painted secret
so awful.

But often, to you, I show
the truth old,
to reveal underneath it
my truths sold.

Only to them do I shade
my heart’s hue.
To you I fail to create
me, untrue.

– circa 1999