I finally drew today
I reluctantly put scar cream on my failures
Even though my "art" is in the scale of gray
I spend so much time in the mirror just uncovering my errors
Out emotions on a blank canvas
Wear inner struggle on your sleeve
Trembling with nerves qualified as anxious
Pine to elude my soul and just leave
But, I've discovered I am anchored to the ground below
Keeping me clasped tight in this mortal soul
One day, perhaps, I may learn to grow
...Before my past creeps in and takes its' toll
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