I always wanted to draw, 
Draw to my hearts content. 
But allas I can not, 
Because I wonder about 
All the dumb little things that go wrong. 
I try, I try, I do my best, 
And yet nobody cares. 
I draw, I draw 
And no one sees. 
I speak to explain 
And no one listens. 
I bolded myself to courage 
And he turned away. 
My pencil, my paper, my desk...
Are one true friends,
And even they criticize my work. 
Force me to see, feel, touch 
What I wish not to. 
My art, my life,my family, 
All have a place in my heart. 
To draw, to me, 
Is a way to express 
What is in thine eyes, 
Heart,...soul. 
Pay attention 
And you'll see 
Something new 
Inside of me.