Glass

I want my art to be

on billboards,

in magazines,

inside homes.

I want my neighbors to feel

like they could draw

the art they see as their own.

How many more paintings,

sketches,

drawings,

sculptures do I have left in me?

I would rather show you what I mean

than tell you what I mean.

Where can you go to find the art

that hides so eloquently,

to make it come alive

and speak the words I'd speak.

I've quite some real bad habits—

biting my nails till they bleed.

It only makes me sadder

and fight harder to be freed.

I think it's nerve-releasing,

yet distasteful at best.

This is why I favor salons,

to have something put on them.

I could probably sleep 100 years

if my dreams weren't filled with goblins.

I'd likely become an insomniac

if my dreams started to haunt me.

A place to rest my head, a way to clear my mind,

a dream should never turn on you

the way it had in mine.

Crying feels so good sometimes

but then I'll hate it immediately.

"MOOD DISORDERS"

is what they came up with,

instead of plain anxiety.

Depression comes like waves

but that one's kinda friendly.

It lets me sleep for days,

instead of trying to hurt me.

I do have pure dreams, I promise,

even if you can't tell that I do.

It's kinda like abstract art,

your eyes see what they want you to.