I always thought I was ugly,
Not because of the way I looked
but because I was different,
You see in art class everyone else
would have such great drawings to
show,
But mine were kept beneath my
clothes,
I always thought I was special,
Because I could draw in silver and
my body would turn it red,
I was not special to the other kids
but yet terrifying,
One day in class a girl raised her hand to answer a question,
When her sleeve slipped,
I seen all her beautiful art that was
never to be shown,
She noticed me staring,
she put her hand down,
And that’s when she started to
run.
I ran too,
And when I got to her I grabbed her and pulled her into a hug and that’s when I told her,
That I am special too.
