Masterpiece of My Mess

I was just a girl, hiding under covers

Praying the yelling wouldn’t turn to thunder

Watched my father break the woman who gave me life

And I learned too young what fear feels like

Love looked like bruises and blood on the floor

And silence that screamed behind every door

I didn’t grow up with fairytales

Just lessons in leaving and learning to fail

But somehow I made it, piece by piece

Scars and stories I never asked to keep

I’m a masterpiece of my messed-up past

Carved from chaos that didn’t last

I carry the weight, but I still stand

With trembling heart and steady hands

No, love hasn’t been kind to me

But I’ve turned pain into poetry

I’m not broken, I’m becoming

I’m a masterpiece still running

I’ve chased love in the wrong places

Trying to fill the void with strangers’ faces

But every “I love you” came with a bruise

Like I was built only for someone to use

And yeah, I’ve got baggage—more than a few

But every tear’s a truth I walked through

You might see damage, I see fire

Burning through me, but lifting me higher

This isn’t weakness, this is fight

Born from the darkest parts of night

I’m a masterpiece of my messed-up past

Carved from chaos that didn’t last

I carry the weight, but I still stand

With trembling heart and steady hands

No, love hasn’t been kind to me

But I’ve turned pain into poetry

I’m not broken, I’m becoming

I’m a masterpiece still running

To every girl who’s seen too much

And still believes she’s worthy of touch

You’re not your wounds, you’re not their shame

You’re the storm that broke the chain

I’m a masterpiece of my messed-up past

Every crack holds light that’s built to last

I carry the weight, but I still rise

With healing in my battle cries

No, love hasn’t been kind to me

But I’ve made art out of my agony

I’m not broken, I’m becoming

I’m a masterpiece still running

Just a girl with a haunted start

But look at me—I’m living art.