I once finished a piece of art
People often thought it wasn't good enough
I usually felt the feeling of drowning in despair
It made me feel the want to be scared
I felt the feel of wanting to disappear
So much that my eyes let down a tear
Though I tried again and again
I tried so hard that my hands started to sprain
I finally succeeded
People's eyes finally fed on the art
Though I still felt the fear of unhappiness
I kept drawing and drawing to draw in more of people's happiness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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