This wall

This wall, this mural.
This thing that all do see.
When they look at me.
Is but an illusion.

Built out of self-pity, self shame.
To distract those that look.
To distract those that took,
My previous life away.

For behind this wall, in my mind.
Stands but one stone.
All alone.
Although it is truely me.

And for those who find it.
They can't help but ask why?
Why I hide behind such a disguise.
But I just can't explain it.

I want to please others.
With this brightly colored wall all can see.
Even though it isn't me.
But I guess some times.... I may want to be free.