Being Tease Memories

When I was young the other children would tease me
to the point of tears.
My mother would say "sticks and stones can break your bones, words will not hurt you"
To be real honest words did hurt me deeply it made me feel less then a person
Many of my peers could get great grades  and not pick up a book
No matter how hard I tried to learn, it was really hard for me.
I still can clearly hear those names used behind teachers back
Strange grange why can't you be normal like the rest of us
I can create designs some how I can not return back to it
and make another
Art for me is a passion of pleasure it lessen my stress
Deep down I feel like I can give something to others by making art projects
There more like a sculpture of flowers
It something I can see in my head then it take it own shape in reality
Those ill time words have been beaded with me for  years
Those taunts that was said so very long ago still linger in my head

I feel in secured about who i am or what I do,  hope people would not  know the real truth.

It has hurt me deeply for many years the feeling of a failure follow me like a dank shroud around my arms

once allowed to get in the living space of creative one feels at home

I think it more important by what we  share with one another