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by Liz Armstrong Jan 6, 2007 category : Life, society / other
I�m painting now I can feel the aura of the brush strokes The soft wood in my hand; masterpieces at my fingertips Creativity has entered me Worried about what others think My Arms wrapped around my waist I don�t want to be normal Insecurity has taken over Never the best I can do Always feeling pressure to be the best Fears of not wanting to fail Inadequateness is nagging at my heart Hanging on to the edge Waiting for a hand that will never be there Having hope in things that aren�t there Danger has come right to my feet Wanting to be seen in the public eye An industry of perfection The need to be thin Dreams consume my inner self Giving people answers to the questions I ask To help someone covers the pain A hollow shell is what I am Hidden stings have smothered me