Ruined

My art distorted,
You splashed acid,
My paints got ruined,
Special thanks to you!

A new plain paper,
I took to paint again,
You snatched it away,
And tore it to small pieces.

The blame on me,
Said I am not good,
Said my art is rubbish,
Called me a lying monster.

I took the blame,
With a smile on my face,
I took a new paper again,
To do what I've been doing.

And now I am alone,
Back to where I started,
So what's the big deal now?
I just have to start all over.

I am used to it,
I can surely do it,
I have survived the worst,
And this is what I call the best.

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts