I am a picture
not of perfection
rather of misconceptions
a once pale pink canvas
now is splattered with gray
but I don’t mind.
It just gives me flair
some people notice it,
others choose to ignore,
but most just can’t see
the truth in me
On the outside
everything paints a pretty picture
long different coloured nails
stars & hearts all over
dark curly hair
two different coloured eyes
braids with earrings
& ribbons, sparkles & things
some people stare, others cry out freak
but for most I lie asleep
I am a portrait
with many dimensions
some you can no longer see
they’re hidden deep inside of me
while others shine through.
I have many cracks
& many flaws
& the onlooker
does not accept them all
I’m seen a little differently
by just about everybody
it never ceases to amaze me
This canvas is forever changing
I paint a little bit more
each & every day
but some things always stay.
If you look inside me
you’ll see the heart,
you’ll see the love,
& the doves circling above.
It doesn’t really matter
how you choose to see me
because I love me for me
& that’s all I see
