It’s the only way

I know I’m not artistic
although that’s what they say.
I try to draw my dreams
but people get in the way.
They see, they judge, they disapprove.
This is the only way.

I know I’m not musical
although that’s what they say.
There’s always someone better
no matter how long I play.
So I am overlooked, wishing but ignored.
This is the only way.

I know I’m not academic
although that’s what they say.
History is just so boring
perhaps if we learned of fae?
But as an average student:
This is the only way.

I know I’m not athletic
although that’s what they say.
I’m not slow but I’m not fast;
In dancing I only sway.
I much prefer to read a book.
This is the only way

I just can’t seem to talk;
my speech leads astray.
I mix and match and jumble up
all I want to say.
But when I write, I get it right.
This is the only way

It’s the only way