Somewhere a painter is struggling to match shades
In another place a cook has thrown his favourite spatula out
They all are desperately trying to make sense of their fails
There is enough that echoes in their heads, from lips unwarranted
And life may have taught them lessons that they never wanted
Some days are to be gloomy, we all know this too well
Yet the ones who feel deeply are stuck in this permanent hell
I have met some or even most of these types
Without ever needing to show them how much I empathise
It sometimes is easy to share their stories and maybe laugh or cry
However I for one can never dismiss the darkness they hide inside
So if you should ever meet the likes of these
They expect not to be understood by you for I don't understand even me
Just stay a while if you can be other than yourself for a bit
For life's journeys need stories as we all sail through it
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