Blank Canvas

Blank Canvas White and bland Is who I am Simple and plain Practically clear. You hold the paintbrush And you hold the pallet A pallet full of colors Colors that will make me something I’m not But what difference would it make when I was no one. You paint on a smile You paint it far and wide I guess I’m happy… No I am happy But you masterpiece isn’t finished yet Perfection is everything to you….to me. Erase the smile Paint on a frown Pain the teardrops Raining down I guess I’m sad I should be I don’t know what I’m upset about But I am sad. No… no that’s not right Paint on green My favorite color I think…I know Raving with envy I wish I was you Oh how I wish to be anyone else but me But how would I know Who am I? Like a chameleon I can blend in A backdrop to any scenery What ever the surroundings You’ll paint me in What else could I be I’m just stuck being this way Whatever this way is. My description varies And personality is unknown So go ahead and paint if for me You know me better than I do right… Your masterpiece is finished Painted to perfection I look in the mirror And the chameleon stares back I don’t want to be this way I want to break out of this camouflage I want to be my own artist Paint what I feel Paint who I am. Tears stream down Actual ones Bringing pale colors of paint with it Streaking your masterpiece Creating a puddle full of colors unfamiliar to me. I look back into the mirror I see the messy streaked canvas I smile This mess makes me laugh Its colorful Creative Perfectly imperfect This streaked and unique canvas Is me.