My Painting

I bet you already know what your good at.
But Me, I'm stuck some where in between.
Should I do what is expected from me?
Or follow my dream?
When I started to write
Everyone started to wonder
So I stopped for awhile
So people wouldn't think I was going under
I started drawing
And surprising I was good
I didn't know if I should
Because every drawing I had to explain
When all the other kids drew flowers
I was drawing bleeding veins
And when every one else would stare
I would look away in shame
Finally someone asked what one of my paintings meant
They explained to me how it looked God sent
So I did as they asked:
The headless woman in the painting Was my mother, who didn't think about me enough
And the red clouds in the sky weren't clouds at all
They were rose petals in the sky
The ones I threw to all my loved ones that have died and where now in heaven
And the the buckets of ice cream
Without enough room
Were explaining how I had
Too many flavors for just one spoon
And the pieces of leather
all over the room
Represented the belt I got beat with until it fell apart
And the cheekard Finish line
With out a start
Is For how my life ended
Be for it got to start

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