The way I see myself is created of many shades,

some darker's  than others.

My ideals and values are one of old's, 

something thats seen untold.

The artists of the past have corrupted my mind,

filled into my crazed obession.

I'll sit by myself and create stories among the pages of my sketchbook.

People may mock me for my dreams,

or the way I daydream of past lifes and romance.

But  I don't care.

I can view the world as I please.

For I am a artist, not a lonely soul.