A Picture

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I think I'll draw a picture
About my depressing life
My arm can be the paper
And my pencil will be a knife

But what about the picture
There's too many to choose from
One could be my softball games
And how my mom could never come

There could also be the picture
Of my mom constantly yelling
All her problems with life
Were always taken out on me

I could also draw the picture
About this broken home
My mom and grandfather fight
And then leave me here alone

There could also be a picture
Showing all my pain and hurt
You just point at me and laugh
And walk away with a smirk

I could draw a lot of pictures
Relating to my depressing life
But I don't have enough room
Or a sharp enough knife