A Picture of Me
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 seethe 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 are 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 matterhow you choose to see mebecause I love me for meand thats all I see.
Poem Author: Lee Bean
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