With foolish childlike glee

Sometimes I wonder 

why I even draw anymore

I long to be seen

In the sea of artists 

For someone to pause 

And love it with their being

Just as I do 

Upon many others

Tired am I 

Throwing it out there

Hoping, pleaded

For something to take

For it to stick upon a beholder

Feverish am I 

Desperately pleading

with these aching hands

Make something good

Make someone proud of me 

Not even I can be proud 

Improvement a never ending cycle 

Left alone in my room to critique

my own creations

Sometimes I wish my parents praised me more

Got as excited as I did

Hung it on the fridge for me

please..

I’m still that little girl

Begging for praise

Only this time 

it’s in this digital landscape

Millions of people 

And they never take a second glance

With bated breath

I could keep going

I could.