I love to color and draw Specially with the color red. Straight line, back and forth Drawing while on my bed. Pouring my emotions out by coloring With the color red I draw a line. Painting showed a bright red, Spreading through my sleeves like spilled wine. “Roll my sleeves up” they say, It’s not easy as you think as it hides my secrets Of how colorful my drawing can be, I can’t show my weakness. I continue to draw Anytime I feel sad, Expressing my feelings, with lines in the paintings I had. The painting creates a mess, Spreads the color through my sleeve, I continue to draw Till my goals I achieve.