Helping Hands

What you see is not what's really there
An illusion of a man free from despair
A painted on smile that hides a frown
My tears stain the paper when no one is around
A hard worker doing what needs done
I work so hard I forget to have fun
All work no play, like Tupac say, steady searching for better days
You see a good man , trying to be a good dad
Truth is im freestyling it, and that's makes me sad
Day to day, I block the pain
And do everything in my power to stay sane
With the constant madness sneaking in my brain
But I continue to paint a picture of a stable man
I know some will understand
My mind is haunted by ghosts offering helping hands
And I don't know their intent or plan
My will is strong and my actions are my own
But the spirits have made their presence known

By LukeCoomer (c)