I enter the room
Sit at a desk
My mind full of wonders
The world cannot comprehend
A single white sheet
Is placed in front of me
Drawing a blank
Upon a sea of nothingness
Whatever confidence I brought
To the table has vanished
All I'm left with
Is the voice
Of my first year art teacher
Belittling my attempts
At drawing a freehand circle
You're no Rembrandt
He could draw a circle freehand
Try using a compass
Sat, still thinking
Drowning out this voice
With many unanswered questions
Fills me with nothing, but doubt
Perfect time to start criticising
A work of art
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