I think of myself as an artist.

I can fix a broken person,

and make it into a beautiful sight.

I search for the sad ones,

I paint smiles on their faces with my compliments.

Once I am finished with them,

I give them away.

Because once you've perfected them,

there is no point in keeping it.

And I give them to someone else so they can be broken,

once again.

Because that is what artists do.

k.j.c.