My Art

My art isn't sketches and lyrics,

But I wish it was.

My art ain't bittersweet poems

Or songs about love.

 

My art is my being,

The arcades I construct

Are vulnerable moments

I then interrupt.

 

My art's too artistic,

My beauty is a lake

From tears of intellect;

My art might be fake.

 

My art is adored,

I just don't yet know by who.

Night melts into Day,

Art is all I ever do.

 

My art is a race

Of bizarre competition,

But there's no one who'll watch,

My art is my vision.

 

My art is a painting

Of sunsets in the rain,

What I lack is an artist;

My art will rest in vain.