Painted inside or out

To understand why the insides of your soul cannot tolerate the presence of humans
Yet its also the same soul that cries for the comfort of any stranger just to be there present for you
It's the confusing part of life

Apart from that; 
If you ever have a need to be around people just to be..
One comfort is that there's always every type of person in Walmart 
And if you ever go there not to shop but just to walk
And you watch the faces of everyone around you
It's probably the most curious part of life
Because the face can be the canvas of a life
But it's always whatever they paint there
And are they painting a picture for themselves?
Or for the others around them
For some people that's the same thing
For others that's the opposite 
So the real question is...
Why you're painting what you're painting on your face
Or why you're not painting who you are.
Or why you're painting who you're not.
Who knows. 
Maybe you could ask someone in Walmart

How we go on...

This pain I can live with
because I've lived with pain before
I learned to live in pain
Pain comes
I learn
I live
I learn to live with pain
Pain may leave
Pain may not leave
you think you've solved it
you've stopped feeling its effect
you've stopped feeling the pain
It's not because its gone
not really
It's really that you've learned to live with it
It's now normal
New pain comes
you recognize this
you've been through this
It's the same feel
you learned to live this way
you'll do it again
you've lived with pain before

?

If I asked you a question
If the question sounded like an answer
which would you listen to?
The words of the question
or the sound of the answer.

If is not the same

If you asked me about today, 
I would tell you it was a loaded bag full 
and the boots were mighty heavy. 
If I tried to explain an emotion that I don't know,
Could I tell you in a picture and you would feel the same?

standing under understanding.

And when your most loved ones in the world stop understanding, what is the point?
And when your loved ones don't value the meaning of trust
Then you have to make a choice.
Is it a choice of trust or the choice of friends?
Is it that its not understandable.
Is it that trust is not understandable or friends can't ever understand.
Is a pain ever understood until its experienced?
No matter how much you tell someone, trust someone
Of the hurt of something, if they haven't experienced it
Is it possible to ever fully understand?
I hate that thought because it sounds closed-minded.
I hate it because it sounds so limiting.
It would mean that limits everyone from understanding.
It would mean that limits a lot of people from understanding me.
It would mean that limits me from understanding a lot of people.
Maybe its not true.
But I'm tired of not understanding
And I'm tired of people not understanding
Maybe its all just how its portrayed
or because we're humans
thats usually how we can understand best
Through experience.
But maybe that doesn't mean its the only way to understand
Just the most used
and maybe all the others ways
are all a little dusty and sitting on the shelf cause they're not in use.