"I knew a boy who liked to draw,
he drew pictures nobody saw.
He was most artistic late at night,
in the bathroom out of sight.
He kept a secret no one knew,
he didn’t tell a soul and his gallery grew.
His drawing were different,
No paper no pen,
but he needed a bandage now and again.
People found out, he began to feel more doubt
They started looking at him differently, he cut too deep accidently.
His arms bleed, he felt succeed.
He began to fall asleep, the last thing he heard was a loud beep.
He was released from his beast.
Finally he could have his peace."