The Artist

On the outside I'm strong
But on the inside I'm in Hell
I make subtle cries
But no one who notices will help

With a break in my skin
And a hole in my heart
Without anyone's love
I'm like incomplete art

My body a canvas
My tears are the paint
My scars are all of
the mistakes that I've made

My arms are the brushes
My feet, the tabouret
My heart is the artist
Who is riddled with pain

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