It's not the words that scare me,
it's the criticism that follows.
Art is meant to be an expression of ones true self,
not a meaningless, drab, form of self congratulation and wealth.
Ever since I was young, I was left to my own devices,
exploring the beauties and sensory moments of life.
To make true art,
one has to open themselves up to pure insanity.
Sometimes, the depths of creativity,
take you to places you'd rather not explore.
Its learning to control ones madness,
that takes years of concentrated act.
I can't say I've gotten a knack for this talent,
but I have found something, and someone, worth living for.
I might never get the experience to bare my soul to the world,
but that doesn't mean I won't stop expressing myself.
Self expression, is free therapy.
Without it, I would implode,
and become as useless as a blustering winters day.
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