I am shy and artistic.
I wonder why bad things happen to good people.
I hear laughter of happy children.
I see the truth when people lie.l
I want the things i can't have.
I am shy and artistic.
I pretend that I'm "OK".
I feel frustrated and misunderstood.
I touch paint oozing through my figures.
I worry that I won't succeed in life.
I cry because of past fears.
I am shy and artistic.
I understand that I am not perfect.
I say "things happen for a reason."
I dream of things I wish i could have.
I try to understand what people mean.
I hope my future turns out for the better.
I am shy and artistic.
Author notes
Last year for english class i did the exact same poem and now i have to write a new one so here is my new one. If you want to read my old one from last year, it is called "what-cha-ma-call it.
Please tell me what you think
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I love this poem. It's weird because while I was reading it...I swear it (you) reminded me of me. I'm glad that I got back on AP, I had forgotten how good the poetry was. I definitely have to catch up on your work!



