Agonizing artistry!

They are taking me for granted,

Trying to belittle me throughout the days.

But they are naive and still don't know.

I have seen far worse days.

Art is a medium I look for,

It is the place that opened the doors.

Whenever I feel sorrow or pain,

I get myself down to its floor.

Art is not a mere sketch,

Nor an arrangement of shapes.

Splash of colors here and there,

Showcasing emotions everywhere.

The pain and sorrows within me,

Is what flows through my art?

Splash of emotions is turning the heat,

Leaving the path for them to see.

The anger within me is burning again,

Trying to put up with the flame.

All but the art remains,

Acting as a medium to express the pain.