You ever just feel blank?
Like no matter what you do..
You're a blank canvas
And everyone else took the colors
And you're left with just the white paints
So you don't get to pick your picture
All you can do is lighten the colors
But only a little bit, or you'll ruin the picture.
Ever wonder if all life is..
Is an art class?
The beautiful, perfect people
Made by the star students.
But me?
I'm the painting you put behind the rest.
The dark, messy one.
The one that showed a lot of personality, but didn't fit the mold.
The bush that refuses to be shaped.
Refuses to be cut into neat cubes.
Refuses.
And refuses.
And refuses.
And refuses.
And breaks.
No, gets broken.
Always the clock that's a few minutes late.
Always the last one in line.
Always the black sheep.

..but maybe.
Just maybe.

The painting
The bush
The stubborn one
The black sheep

Maybe it's a.. filter over reality?

..god, I hope so.