I like it when people compliment my art.
Ever since I was a kid, I've always loved painting and drawing,
as I grew older, my imagination fell apart.
But what can I do? I'm only a human being.
I'm supposed to be good at this,
what happened to the little artist that I miss?
Did she disappear somewhere in the abyss?
Did I lose her because I lost the motivation to practice?
Everyone's art is better than mine,
when did I start feeling this way when my art is just fine?
Sometimes I feel like I'm only meant to hold these art tools,
because I can never be like those artists that seem so cool.
Am I an artist because I draw?
or do I draw because people know me as an "artist" ?
But maybe it isn't so bad having flaws,
not everyone strives for something to accomplish.
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A Lonely Poet's Mind
Poetry"Sometimes I wonder, am I actually pretty like they say? Or are they only saying that to make me feel better because they know I see myself in a different way? Am I the main lead in the story, but everyone prefers the second lead? But this isn't a b...
