The Art Inside of Me


People talk about me and it used to bother me

they said I was annoying

they said I was loud

and weird

and for a while

I bothered me, too

But then I grew up

and I discovered

it's not so bad being me


I never needed company 

I can entertain myself

with only a pencil and some paper

I can make life

and as I grew

the life I made grew too

And I don't need gossip

the only story I need I can coax

from strings of copper 

and a bow of hair

Melodies telling of tales never heard before

From such beauty I bring peace

Peace only I can capture


I don't need anyone else

Not their thoughts 

or their suggestions

Their advice is irrelevant

All I need is my art

and I can live happily with myself

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