The Artist In Me Poem by Dona Jean

Why does others misunderstood?
That the poem creations in me seem so good.
Don't they see my potential?
With my skills, God made me special.

I hid it like a Christmas gift unopened,
And like a fruit tree has never ripened.
I'm a bit afraid what others may see,
Cause if mistake done and they do bully.

I had loved a person, mother by name,
She told me to stand out and not to shame.
That God blessed me with a beautiful talent,
And let they be jealous, cause this they haven't!