I don’t know how To make my mistakes Into something beautiful. I only see them As ugly scars That mark my skin, Like a roadmap Of all my failures. I’m all or nothing And it’s dangerous. If something’s wrong I want to change it all Not just the one thing. I want to light a match Burn the world to the ground And start again. A new canvas, With freshly poured paint. I destroy works of art With a simple press of a key Then I lose all hope And abandon the idea all together. Leaving it to shrivel And die. This is what I’m good at.