I know that I am not the best artist
I have always known that.
I have always been reminded that
I am not as good as my older cousin.
Always without fail. I am told that I'm not as good as someone else
And it hurts. It hurts me bad.
But thats okay. Right? I'll just fake a smile and go back down to the cold basement, try again, and keep being told I'm not the best.. I promise I'm okay. because after all. Words don't hurt me. Or at least thats what you seem to have convinced yourself.
So go ahead. Keep saying your hurtful words about me, my crazy hair, and my lack of talent.
and I'll keep dealing with it. until one day I can't anymore.