Sometimes, I get tired of all this
I mean, come on people, wars, fighting, bullying
When, I stop to think about it, I get seriously depressed
Being a teenager is sometimes hard
And when some yelling goes on at home
I wanna be alone, but that makes it worse
Gives way too much space to think about way too many things
So I lose myself in creativity instead
In expressing what I feel
Sometimes in the flowing chords of the piano, the lyrics of a song, the clickety-clack of the keyboard,
Or of the racing of my hand across paper.
Drawing how I see the world.
I'M JUST SO HAPPY TO FINALLY HAVE A DEVIANTART!! I love this place so much! :hug: