Remained Unopened

Everyone possess the key.
No one takes the time to observe me.
To see what it takes to get access to the most precious parts.
They just admire the determination of my arts.

I paint pictures that were scrutinized.
I was criticized.
So they wanted to see why I didn’t shatter.
One day they’ll figure out, their opinions never mattered.

Unless they care for me they’ll never see.
Ignoring the secrets I show them intentionally.
And decades later it remained unspoken.
They never understood why I remained unopened.

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