They call me an artist but I don't believe them. Because I don't splatter paper with paints and colors to make a picture of beauty,

I splatter it with the ink of my pen, of my mind and the words of my thoughts and put my thoughts of dragons and goblins onto the paper with ease, the inky words I have created smudging on my hand.

The stories in my head I can only draw as stick figures so I cannot see why they would say I am an artist.

My pencil is always blunt and pen almost always out of ink but yet they say that I am artist who sees the world through rose tinted glasses but I do not understand why they say these things when I cannot even bring my pen to paper and draw an ocean.

They call me an artist but I still don't believe them.