A lonely pale paper cries,

as the lead bleeds through it's body,

Eyes stare with curiousity.

"It looks cool" , she said.

Constant compliments of sketches.

Competing with others in drawing.

In the end, winning in the yearbook as "Most Artistic"

Its an activity once I'm bored.

It is an activity I am best at.

Only I win,

whether the smears are shades

or

lines turn to curves