You are an abstract work of art
Everybody has their different opinions
To how your blend of stokes and personality
Are either beautiful or messy
Some may hate you
Others may love you for what you are
Someone who changes the way they see the world
With the swirls of your hair
I have never understood art
So that's why I never figured you out
How some days you're such a joy
And others you're confusing
But I do hope
That through the sketches
And the many colours
You love how you painted yourself
