You paint a damaged world in beautiful vivid colors
In all the fine things you can see
As you, use optimism as your living paintbrush
Bringing impossible dreams to reality

Seen as oddly unconventional in your eccentric ways
You never seem to fit in with the crowd
So colorfully unpredictable, you are your own person
Your aura screams silently aloud

You hold an inner knowledge running in your veins
Anticipation of the needs of your brother
A wonderful gift you should never look upon in shame
As you inherited this treasure from your mother

Your tender heart is so bold and yet a trace naïve
Leaving your feelings easily bruised
As you, do not understand how some can be so cold
One day you will understand the truth

These bruises may leave you feeling vulnerable
A time to change it seems
Never forget who you are or your paintbrush
Keep on painting pretty dreams

Keep hold of your optimism and your sensitivity
As of this world, you will never be a part
Let no one else’s judgment, ever change who are
Your own person, with a knowing heart