Wanting to reach the sky,
You'll always have to try.
Tears of blood you'll have to cry,
Letting out an exhausted sigh.
Stumbling and falling down,
Treated and seen as a clown.
Are you thinking of quitting?
Are you tired of trying?
You already walked away,
Saying it's better this way.
Bothered by what they say,
Living it down everyday.
It was one of your passions,
Outlet for suppressed emotions.
It was always for expression,
But also as an extension.
Of your unexpressive self,
Skills were hidden in a shelf.
A gift to avoid insanity,
A gift to keep your sanity.