My Creation

I sit and look over my creation
The physical manifestation of by heart and soul
My very essence on paper
And a tear rolls down my cheek

When I realize it was all for me
No one will ever hear
What was hidden deep inside me
Hidden forever by a mask

The world will never know
What beauty was hidden behind such horror
No they will never know
The real me

My creation will never inspire another
Or allow my name to live on
When my tortured existence has finally ended
And yet I still write

Even though no one will know
My story
Or my music
Maybe it is for the better

They do not understand me
How can they feel what I've been through
Or truly appreciate what I've put into
My creation

No, no one would understand
My creation
And it is better that I take it with me
When I fade into eternity

At least that way I know I will not be alone