Art Overcomes

March 3, 2019

Anxiety here

in the school of my home town.

People are staring.

sweat is dripping down my face.

I cannot speak now.

What do I do to overcome?

I pick up my brush.

I paint the world with my brush.

Art is helpful here.

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