The Masterpiece

See me as I am, what I am
Don’t find what it isn’t there
Want me for being who I am
Not for whom you want me to be

Hold my hand with all its scarcity
Don’t let go of this sculptor’s palm
Walk with me against all mockeries
Help me weathered these hypocrisies

Bear with me, watch me create
My finest masterpiece yet,
Let the world witness with envy
When I unveil my final glory

Statue I made for you
Curved with my bare hands
With rare crimson stains
The blood of my heart,
The final piece of the sculpture.