"I draw too" by: Amanda Patton
I knew a boy who liked to draw.
He drew pictures that nobody saw.
He was most artistic late at night,
In the bathroom out of site.
He kept a secret no one knew,
He did tell a soul and his gallery grew.
His drawings were different, no paper or pen
But needed a bandage now and again.
We stood by the rivers under the stars,
He rolled up his sleeves and showed me his scars.
He felt embarrassed and looked down at his shoes.
Then I rolled up my sleeves and whispered "I draw too."