Define

I'm not a artist.
Frankly I don't feel comfortable in the same room with people whom call themselves one.
Artist is a term people use to call themselves.
Those people hide behind that wall.

Please notice me.
I made this painting and the textures dance like a eerie song entangling itself in pain and sorrow.
Please.. notice me.
Time defeats us all but... but this poem will sing a chorus in a crying girls song.

I'm not a artist.
I am rather s**t at what I do thus is the reason I validate myself through a dusty keys.
The pain is real as is my lack of talent of making important things relevant in my time alive.
No friends that listen. Nobody will feel a connection.
Your bloody paint will rain down the canvas and smother mine.
It doesn't  make my pain easier. It buries it in time.

Some people have all the moves.
A skateboard under a poor kids feet.
Cheers from stands of thousands waiting for the next point.
Some with muscles that flex like wild animals.
Others with a voice that resonates in pained souls.

Me.
Well I have this to look at during the nights.
Every once in a while it sparks its light.
That is not the reason I write.

S**t writing for a s**t life.