"Art is not what I create. What I create is chaos." - Halsey, 'Colors (Stripped)'.

Well, this is my breakdown of what this means to me:

Who I am and what I make, with these hands, isn't beautiful. What I say, isn't articulate. What I create, isn't actually anything positive and it doesn't help anyone.
I don't make people happy and I don't help them. I don't encourage people's pursuit of happiness and I don't actually do anything that means anything.

What I do is hurt. I hurt everyone around me. I can make a utopia turn into Gotham with the Joker as mayor. People get close to me, they get hurt, or worse.
My saliva is venom. My hands create incoherent cords and write verses worthy of repulse. My words are tools of a sadist. My eyes are windows into the soul, or lack thereof. My ears hear only sadness.

I deliver violence without peace. I don't just create the chaos I know so well and am tormented with as it consumes my being. I am chaos.