You are a masterpiece.
Full of happiness and peace
Your thoughts and beliefs
Are what everyone seeks.
But another work of art comes along
And you feel as if you don’t belong,
I must tell you that you are wrong
Before you’re too far gone.
As you morphed yourself to become like her,
And not the person you were
Your colors started to blur
And your pages started to tear.
Your original colors no longer showed
And your strokes did not flow
No one showed
Any interest towards you, not even Van Gogh.
Finally, you soon understood
That your old colors were good
And that you were insecure
When you were actually beautiful and pure.
My dear, you are a masterpiece.
People will judge and critique,
But don’t you dare change your physique
For you are a masterpiece.
Copyright © Emelia Brudwick | Year Posted 2017
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