Sketch Book

Drawing makes me sane

I'm not to blame,

For liking to draw so much,

Letting feelings flow out

So I'm not forced to shout,

They woud look at me and such,

But my sketchbook is for me

When I feel so down because of bullies,

If they were to see me now,

Alone on this island,

They probably would laugh,

And tell me how weird I am,

But then again i'm alone

And my sketchbook and me sketching,

It feels like home