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.