Taking credit for my art Would be like claiming control over my height I just have it, so I do it You see The positive aspects, I brush aside Give them over to chance, god, circumstance The negative ones, though, they're all mine I clutch onto them like an addict My drugs Obsessing over the parts of me I despise Imagining control over their creation and demise I cannot see my value today I struggle to un-focus my eyes To see me as a whole Not just the parts that are broken Hanging Dragging Scraping Festering As I try to run from them If I would just pick them up Accept them as they are I could find a way to carry them on To keep moving To allow their added weight to strengthen me God help me