This Boy

I knew this boy who liked to draw He drew pictures that no body saw He was most artistic late at night In the bathroom, out of sight He kept a secret no one knew He didn't tell a soul, and his gallery grew His drawings were different, no paper or pen But need a bandage every now and again We stood by the river under the stars He rolled up his sleeves and showed me his scars He felt embarrassed and looked down at his shoes Then I rolled up my sleeves and whispered "I draw too"