My creative nature torments me
For all the moments I let it just sit there
Growing stale, but ever calling

I sit on my hands
They desperately reach for paintbrushes
I cross my fingers against pallets of color,
My heart soars

I hold that magical instrument against my chest
And I scream my music
Let all of it pour out of me
Streaming all of my torment

For my eyes get stuck to moments
That others won't see as beautiful
But to me, they are everything

A girl against a colored wall
Nobody understands the need I feel
To express is all