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.

Copyright © Amanda Sullivan | Year Posted 2010

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