Art is Me

When the canvas is done, 

My heart has won 

All the paint consumes me, 

Can they just let me be 

Wishing to follow my own path,

But they want me to pursue in math

I know I carry potential,

This is not confidental

Let me do what I please,

Set my mind to ease 

If I'm right, you will know 

If I'm wrong, I will grow 

This poem is about: 
Me

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