Scribble. Scribble.
Erase. Erase.
Ink. Print. Done.
Life is like a piece of paper
with a picture drawn.

Splash some color
and shade it out.
Making the picture
is what it's about.

You write, erase,
and write some more.
Whatever you write is yours alone.

Why do you think mine is better
when really, it is worse.
Stop saying that it is,
for really, it's a curse.

Your picture's beautiful too.
Mine's not so great.
Why can't you see that
or is it already too late?

Don't ask me how to make it.
You should do, it's your own.
Trust me, I should know...
I did mine all alone.

Sometimes you get help
but don't come to me.
I can't really tell you
what to make, what to be.

I bet right now you are thinking,
"I know who wrote this!"
WRONG, and guess again.
So then, WHO IS THIS?

I bet you can't guess
because you don't know
the nature of the person
and their history down below.

Look at their picture
and what do you see?
Crimson, black, grey,
midnight blue and white run deep.

But everyone is different.
It's so obvious, can't you see?
Now try to make yours...
A hint: that picture was me.