When I go home one day I something on my bed. When I opened it I found out it was an art kit. I had never drawn before. It just wasn't something I had thought of doing.
But when I put the pencil on the paper it's like I was letting go of all my emotions for a split second. It was what I wanted to look like. What I wanted to see in the world.
I didn't dare share it with anyone though. I was afraid it would blow my cover. The girl I pretended to be at school didn't draw.
The girl at school didn't right or read because she didn't want to be the nerd of the school. She didn't want to be bullied again.
Yet, people always found a way. I did draw online and right when I was younger. It just wasn't the people at school.
Yes I'm talking about siber bullying. So I stopped doing what I loved all together. I hid everything from everyone. I only draw at home. Were no one will judge.
