I know what it's like,I understand.
It's hard to be the painting
Of someone else's hand.
They paint me so pretty,
So angelic, like perfection.
But am I really?
You can laugh at that question.
May I paint you a picture?
So real, so true.
You know that I have feelings,
Just like you.
I get mad, I get sad,
And I cry sometimes too.
Sure I am nice,
But that has a lot to do with you.See, I'm trapped in the bubble --
Full of love which is great.
But this bubble quickly bursts,
At the slightest sign of hate.
They tell me to smile,
Don't frown or be down.
But it's really hard
To wear such a crown.So paint me pretty and angelic
If you want to.
But remember that I'm human,
Just like you.
LaTasha B. (LB)
© 2014
