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This isn't one of my own poems, but I read it and I related to it to the point that I couldn't not share this with you guys. To me, it's probably the most beautiful poem I've ever read.
I knew a boy that liked to draw
He drew pictures that nobody saw
He was most artistic late at night,
In the bathroom, out of sight.
He kept a secret nobody knew,
He didn't tell a soul and his gallery grew.
His drawings were different, no paper or pen
But he did need a bandage every now and then
We stood by a river under the stars
He rolled up his sleeve and showed me his scars
He felt emberassed and looked down at his shoe,
Then I rolled up my sleeves and whispered "I draw too."
