There is one bad thing about this website: everyone seems better then you. So much so that you feel like it not even worth it to post. I look at the people who watch me and think "Why does an artist like you follow someone like me, a mere sketch hobbyist?" Then there's the people who say that you're art is amazing and you think "Maybe they are just being nice and don't want to hurt my feelings because they really think my art is crap?" Then you take out all your sketchbooks and lay them out on the floor, wondering what possessed you too fill them in the first place...Putting them in a locked drawer, you go through your week, resisting the urge to doodle that one character you can't get out of your head on your schoolwork. The week ends, and you can't take it anymore. You rip the drawer open and snatch a pencil. You express all the frustration and anxiety, all the worry and sadness, then look at the picture and shove them back in the drawer.
Hopeless to my dreams. Wanting to fly but afraid of the hunting dogs that lurk in the shadows. Resisting to clip your wings so you can stay in "the safe zone" but fantasizing of touching the clouds.
No more wings, I tie them to my back, waiting for them to go numb.