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 and hearts all over
dark curly hair
two different coloured eyes
braids with earrings
and ribbons, sparkles and 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
and many flaws
and 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 and every day
but some things always stay.



If you look inside me
you’ll see the heart,
you’ll see the love,
and the doves circling above.



It doesn’t really matter
how you choose to see me
because I love me for me
and that’s all I see