My Life Canvas holds a portrait done in abstract

Guarded, cryptic verse, splashed on a page,
Coded cries for help, while an inner war is waged.
Each day, life's test I fail,
My breath comes in gasps, with no safe place to exhale.
My Life Canvas holds an abstract portrait, while I hide,
The wounded entity living in a shell, lost inside.
There is no one to trust with the real me,
I am invisible, nothing anyone can really see.
With no safe haven to call my home,
I am marooned on the isle of me, truly alone.
Splashed abstract colors, fleeting glimpses of a lost woman child,
A true nomad, I have wandered for many a mile.
A rose bud, never allowed to open and bloom,
Starved for sunlight, living in the shadowy gloom.
Some may boast that they know me quite well,
That I am an open book, with nothing left to tell.
What they have seen is a projected image, nothing but mist,
For the real me was never born, never lived and just doesn't exist.

MUSIC: Reflection