Inside The Mind of A Harmer

They Never Bothered To See My Art First

There are some people

Who try to help

They tell me I'm beautiful

When never seeing

The demon that dwells

Inside of me

Or the scars of the past

That I do not regret

They tell me I'm perfect

And have to stay

When they don't know me

Or my art gallery

My art

I love making art

Painting with unusual things

I have glass and lighters and knives

But I love the razor best

All of the art in my gallery

Is a sparkeling red

A deep and dark color

That I have become acustomed to

And you'll never guess

Where this gallery is?

Sh, it's a secret

It's on my arm.