Critiqued Artist
I've always told myslef to be strong
But what do I do on those days
when the tears total to a tsunami;
overflowing and chaotic, unable to control
Or the days when I cant seem to find the strength to move on
Because I loathe myself so much that it is too much to handle
Or the ones when I decide to use that deadly paintbrush
and paint a picture on my skin
Most critiques would say the final product was too realistically red
But hey,
I did'nt ask to be an artist
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