poem **the paint**

""In the world of my life is like , a piece of drawing paper..., all I need when drawing be careful and color carefully ... Some times every..time I draw something .. I want there are only birds crows are coming slowly..and harass me.. Until I was forced to temporarily delay the self.. To find something that may prevent them from disturbing me again.. , after I do this way.. To prevent..it. From disturbing me..,in fly away..the "crows" anf then...I. Was to continue drawing again, but there just is disturbing me... All of a sudden heary rain..and I could not avoid the rain... Whe I wat to take the painting to go to places that can shelter .., But thE painting was already.. Looks... So bad ... And not what I draw...earlier...before....""