No More

Your art will always be terrible.
There will always be someone better than you.
Look, a child half your age did just that.
Eww. How could you create something so disgusting.
You should create

No more.

You might as well give up.
You might as well quit.
You might as well do nothing.
You will be an artist

No more.

Who could love such a intolerable smudge,
Who could bear such a feeble thought,
That someone like you could do more,
Than sit and dream and wallow.
You will dream

No more.

You are second rate.
You will achieve

No more.





No.


Why would I care how I fare,
To those who don't even know or care.
I am sick of your constant vile
Speech that smothers my smile.
You will bother me

No more.

You bring shadow where there should be light.
Within me you cause eternal fight.
You hover over my thoughts like a bad cold.
Determined to kill me until I am old.
You will haunt me

No more.

Why should I care what young kit create,
Why such lies do I allow you to berate.
Just because you know how far my creation falls,
from my dream that hides in the nether halls.
You will compare me

No more.

My value is not in your facade,
Nor in what great ideas I could trade.
My value is in the One above,
The One who is fill with immeasurable love.
My value is in your

No more.

I have time,
I have friends,
I have talent,
I have love.
You shall lie to me

No more.

I will not give up,
I will not quit,
I will not sit by and do nothing,
I will be an artist.
But, with divine intervention, you will be

No more.

I will achieve,

Forevermore.