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CagedRob Diaz-MarinoI am angry. I want to know what anger looks like... all I draw are chaotic scribbles, That isn't how I feel. Why can't I draw what I feel? I can draw almost anything when it is right in front of me. Scribbles will not suffice. I have to draw people, people cowering before a huge, terrible, blind monster... a child stacking building blocks, unaware of the gigantic snake about to strike- GO AWAY! I don't want you to see what I have drawn. I'm sick and tired of people barging into my room! Oh yeah, knock. Give me a two- second warning before you fling open the door, and stand over me, thinking to me, "Another reject of a drawing. Of course." I'll hide it. I don't want your judgement, I don't want your opinion! It's a picture of my anger. You only look at what it is, but never at what it means. It only means something to me! You make it sound so obscene for something to be only mine, to be private only my eyes see it, nobody else's. I want to judge it for myself! GO AWAY! It looks ridiculous to me now. You think I'm strange. I'll tear it into little pieces and toss them in the garbage can. THERE! Are you happy now? Now nothing is truly mine anymore. except the dreadful emotion that spawned such a hideous picture! |
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