The day is over again,
I've gone through everything.
I look out the window
And I feel tired, so tired.

So much homework to do,
So much classes to take,
So much tests to complete,
So much to worry about.

It's monotone,
Everyday, everyday is the same
Without much happiness,
Without much joy.

But I cuddle in the corner
And take out my book.
Not any book.
My sketchbook.

I pick up my pencil
And draw.
Sometimes with colors,
Sometimes without,
I fill the pages
And my sketchbook grows.

They yelled at me in basketball,
They told me I suck.
I couldn't shoot a single basket,
And jammed my finger
With the ball.

So I doodle a basketball
And imagine that I'm a professional
I draw out my story
In my world, it ended well.

I forgot to do my homework
I forgot to review for the test,
So I create a world
Where there's no homework. No tests.
And I can just draw, and draw,
And draw —

The world of drawing is the world of imagination.

Some people use bold colors
They scribble their thoughts on the paper
They don't care if it looks good or not
It helps them get rid of the pressure.

I'm different. Every time
I want to draw well. To draw neatly.
I don't try to scribble my thoughts
Or use so many colors.

I feel accomplished when I draw
Yes, it does help me release the pressure.
But it's something I can excel at.
It's something I never fail at.
It's something that I'm the best at.

So I think about what to draw...
And my graphite pencil strokes the paper
I trace the lines of a smile.
Not any smile.
My smile.

And I draw it.