With my tears which I shed when I was ten,
Blotches that I tried to cover up from everything other than sand.
I made myself with every pebble they said was a gem,
I now know when to howl,
when to unplug, when to redo my soul.
Depression took me over at the age
when people play in the streets,
I overcome love when I was sixteen.
When they say I am a goddamn magical,
I believe them as I’ve worked harder to become magic,
They created art, I created a masterpiece.