My mind
Is a personal museum
That I wish I had the guts to show you

But you always told me I left everything unfinished
And showing you would only prove you right

You wouldn’t care about the potential I had
You would shame me for never carrying out the ideas

My mind is filled with Half-finished canvases
Paint splattered memories
Clay sculpture feelings
And Mona Lisa thoughts
Waiting for the world to see

You will never believe in me