Control

Buzzing fills the air

The hum of a machine

The music of a needle

A mechanical melody

A metallic aria

A needle dipped in ink

Drags on my skin

Its song, uninterrupted

Its sting, familiar

Its purpose, art

A pain I know

A pain I choose

In a world out of my control

I picked this

In a life completly unpredictable

I approved this

My skin, my body

Covered with countless scars

After countless surgeries

Giving away little truths

To unknown strangers

Is now a canvas

And I decide what to say

I decide what to show

You will know me

Because I will tell you