i am an unfinished paragraph a song forever meant to be sung by whoever remembers me when i'm gone beyond that i am me a bag of bones a bottle of pride bred to survive on cheap ideas and butterflies a lie that only the fittest survive but i'm about as unhealthy as it gets on the inside and i still have some fight left in my faded eyes surprise i'm not a picture frame you can't put whatever you want inside of my and expect it to stay i'm not a coloring book i am not black and white so you can color me in i'm black and white so you can learn what it means not to you'll never see makeup on my face on an ordinary day because i kinda like my face it's started to grow on me this way my *****, natural hair will never be surpressed by irons because i've grown quite attatched to the way it grows my body is not a trend it can not go out of style my mind is not a notebook you cannot scribble to pass the time i'm so much of a free thinker i could have been born in the ocean because from birth to present day i don't even understand the depths of my mind and i really want you to like me but if you don't do worry i'll survive