The urge to create
The desire to imagine
The holy abandon
The joyful passion
When did I learn
Horses aren't green
Skies always blue
Reactions can be mean
When did I learn
My dancing isn't graceful
My words are unwelcome
Responses can be painful
When did I learn
To hide myself away
To learn to pretend
To don a mask each day
To protect my soul and my creations
To dodge the scorn I stop creating
To miss the mockery, shield flesh from thorn
I escape, procrastinate, and mourn
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