Your fate isn't in the stars
dancing in galaxies
your destiny is none
you don't move with the wind
you don't get luck
or what you deserve
you get life
you make your life
you're dealt your hand
you make your best play
sometimes all you can do is put on your best poker face

Despite what they scream at you
and blast through media
It is no crime to love yourself
There's no shame in admiring
each freckle, each inch of your body
You're handcrafted
Special made
One of a kind
Give your mind the peace it deserves
The care your body needs
You're beautiful beyond measures
In ways no scale could measure
Please, not for me, for you
**** the world and love yourself

The most beautiful art was created by pain. It is our most vulnerable moments we are most susceptible to brilliancy. While you're in pain to the point it is unbearable, make art. Your agony will show between brush strokes and diction of your poetry. The hurt you've felt will sculpt beneath your touch. Pain is beautiful because it is the center of humanity. Without pain we couldn't understand happiness.

If you're looking for the kind of art that's beautiful, leave
If you're looking for someone who will always have themselves together, leave
If you're looking for superficial things, leave
If you're looking for a shallow pond to quench your thirst, leave
Here you will find messy, art
The kind of something that makes you feel
The kind that's strung apart and spontaneous
If you're looking for depths of passion and ambition
The kind of person who will love you until the fire rolls out of their eyes
Stay, please stay

and just like that another flower plucked from the garden
sad to see you go
but you were chained
to lose you is to free you
now you fly high
the heavens opened their arms wide
you're home

I'm a wise old soul
with a young heart
and a dose of teen angst
this equation is contradictory
and a scary contemplation of life