I am contradictive,
But I am human.
They don't see what's internal,
Like as if I'm just a wall of imminence.
I am painted with layers of beautiful hues,
But underneath there are cracks of faded tints.
I am a beautiful ruin,
Waiting for eternal sunshine.
Beyond my shades of grey,
I have yet to find peace.
I am a being far from perfection.
I am a work of art,
And God is the artist.