I've been silent for too long
I knew it this would gone so wrong
Hiding with pseudonyms
Like a beast without knowledge
And enthusiasm
One thing I want to change
Was being too pessimistic, studios
Serious and shy
Dont know why
I wanted to try
But it makes me wonder and cry
How could I reach my dreams and just touch the sky?
If I keep doing this things out of sight
Painting imagination, writing stories, grief and sorrow hired at night
Other people have gotten the highest self-esteem
To do what they wanted to do.
Their passion
Mine would just last for a one minute session
Hoping they would see me, feel me and love my creation
My works would shrink
When someone compares it to the other
I wish I am her
And my words will turn into world of an ---Eye-opener and a painter.