Here is a panting I did this year:
I called it "Jorney of the Outsider"
I also have a poem called "Lost"that kind of goes with it. Here it is.
Lost
I'm invisible.
Invisible people are afraid.
They can be afraid of anything.
I'm afraid of bullies and kidnappers,
fires and fangs,
tornados and hurricanes,
of being hated and despised.
Someone help me!
I'm lost in my own world.
While everyone has friends,
I am in a dead end.
I am lost.
-dylan
