May 30, 2012
Life is like a canvas.
Unique or fake.
Yours is a copy.
Only to disguise the truth.
So make fun of me,
tease me,
and try to make me fall apart.
But my canvas is an original.
Orange in the right corner,
green in the left,
Pink and yellow sprawl themselves across the smooth surface.
Two blue eyes make the center, showing you my soul.
May Canvas has flaws, yes,
but when people say they love it,
it's because tey love the true me.
When people say they love your canvas,
they love it for what they think it is. I am unique.
You are uncercover.

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