I'm still an empty canvas, Made up of materials Sewed up together by self-doubts And degrading affirmations.
I hope when you see me, You see beyond what I am, And feel what I am longing to feel- I'm only waiting to be painted in colors.
My life has been too gray and black... But I'm neat, I have managed to paint all white over the grays and black. If you paint your colors, I will know what I've been missing.