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