i wish i was the artist
instead i'm just a canvas
completely blank, plain
full of possibilities
but i'm not allowed to choose
instead i work for others
allowing them to feel fufilled
instead of working on myself
working on all my ideas
i'm loved by so many
but not for who i am
they love the picture painted
not what lies beneath the skin
one day the paint will fade
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 1:21 AM UTC
i wish i was the artist
instead i'm just a canvas
completely blank, plain
full of possibilities
but i'm not allowed to choose
instead i work for others
allowing them to feel fufilled
instead of working on myself
working on all my ideas
i'm loved by so many
but not for who i am
they love the picture painted
not what lies beneath the skin
one day the paint will fade
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