I am so tired of being the color.

when will it be time for me to found my crayons who’ll color me like a toddler,

when will it be okay for me to just pray to the gods of my bluest days,

when will somebody acknowledge the blank spots on my painting,

I know it looks like its meant to be there; because im a monét, but i promise you its not.

i’ll let you fill them up with your favorite color.

because after painting your whole sketch i do believe i deserve a pen mark on my canvas,

if you don’t then let it be,

let me be;

if you cant finish my painting then dont ridicule it.