Why?
"Why" is coming to haunt me again.
The giving away,
Exposing myself.
Sending my art to various shows.
Selling my books to children at fairs,
Hearing the comments of people that know.
Why do I expose myself so?
Brush to canvass,
Pen to paper.
Why does it feel like giving,
A part of me away.
Why let people in?
Not always seeing the person that I am.
Why do I do this?
Haunted by what happens when nothing is left.
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