Masterpiece

staring at the stars
in the middle of the night.
Fingers tracing scars,
memories flash across my sight.
I've done things
i'm not proud of
just to fit into a crowd
i thought i belonged to.

Sometimes i wish
i could grow wings, fly far away
like butterflies do.
looking into the sky,
feeling rather alone.
sitting, wondering why
sometimes HERE
doesn't feel like HOME.

half of me stands up,
willing to risk it all...
risk it all on love.

the other half,
constantly lies down,
wanting to hide away
like the dark side of the moon.

all these struggles
I am facing,
all these colors
that they're painting...

My life...
it will never be a masterpiece.

but out of all these things
the most broken,
yet beautiful...
confusing and abstract
artwork

is ME