The Struggling Young Artist Cliche'
My underwear's grey, but that's okay,
you can't see in these dim lights anyway.
Pull the curtain, and see me all curled,
cherublike, alone in this world.
Alone together, and living clichés,
borrowing nights, and rescuing days.
But the Arts are like you - so basic to me,
I just need a chance to let others see.
