I am a work in progress,
Some people say I’m still useless,
Some even say I caused so much stress,
Though I’m still feeling worthless,
Soon, I’ll reap success.
At times, I feel like I’m an abstract,
Very confusing to interact,
You’ll never know what’s exact,
Unless I trust you and tell you the fact.
Pablo Picasso says I portray cubism,
But maybe that’s just my mechanism,
To exhibit different facets while portraying realism,
Oh wait! I’m also into surrealism,
Vying over optimism and pessimism.
Darling, what art style I might be,
You might love me to a certain degree,
But if it’s someone else you see in me,
Let me be free.
