Masterpiece

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. E.B