how can someone
be so ugly yet
so painstakingly beautiful
at the same time?

when you use your skin as easel,
blades as your paintbrush,
your blood as paint,
and your feelings as the scenery.

when your knees are bruised
with you wanting to be a sculptor
and with your hands burnt
while you play with fire.

Lastly, when you think of yourself
as a broken doll
or a horrible graffiti on the wall,
when in fact, you are
a mysterious abstract
with jagged rocks at the edges.