All I can do
Is be better a me
Than the one I was yesterday
But it's never enough
I won't ever feel worth it
Worth your time or effort
Though the mere thought
Of your soft smile
Makes me try harder
Than I ever have before

dip your brush in your sorrows
cover it in doubt and depression
paint your canvas in scars and messages of self hate
take a good look at the “masterpiece” you made.

grab a cup of water, cleanse your ***** brushes.
notice how all the black paint you have covered yourself in washes away.
dip the brush in a new found colour, the colour of happiness.
paint your canvas golden, show it what love is, love you have found within.
this is the true masterpiece.

When the music stops,
I'll still dance with you
When the world is insincere,
I'll still believe in you
When you feel tired,
I'll carry you around
When you cry in pain,
I'll save you from your tears
When no one hears you scream,
I'll scream with you

Just put your heart in my hands,
You'll be safe here

So what if I use simple words?
So what if I use cliche scenarios?
So what if I do not rhyme?
So what if my metaphors are lame?
So what if my stories are incoherent?
So what if my thoughts are obscure?
So what if I prefer free verse than iambic pentameters?


I write to express,
not to impress
So please, mind your own style.