(A/N: The mentioned "self-inflicted scars" isn't self harm! It's just random scratches I get from like, really sharp pencils or something)

I want to show you my hands

The one I use to write these poems

How fast I type

How carefully I sketch

How delicately I create my worlds

These hands

These scars

So many, self-inflicted

I can tell you the story

Of every one

I can write you a song

About what went wrong

The fingers I tap

The smooth skin I trace

My hands are my tools

That I use to create.