Happy Place

A Great Painter - Poem by Happy Place

I applause you for your great accomplishment
You are indeed a great painter
Successfully captured the eye of the world
With yet another amazing piece of painting
You have done so, effortlessly
The picture perfect painting
Made out of dirty colors
That was my self portrait
Perfectly painted
Well orchestrate used of dirty colors
To let the world see me
You displayed on the pedestal
Building momentum of hatred
Towards a single dirt
That dirt is none other than me
My name was carved
So deep in the heart of the pedestal
They also fumed over me
My mediocre life
They hide sticks and stones
With the hope they crossed path with me
I wonder why the world would care about me
Since I am just dirt
I wonder why such a great painter
Took time to paint me
I am nothing of greatness
I am short of everything
I have nothing to brag about
I am just a hollow shell
Don’t throw sticks and stones
It will break my bones
I will confess
Openly tell the world
I am made out of dirty colors
I am the dirt
I am so dirty
I am never clean
Hurt me
Tarnish me
Over cast shadow over me
But nothing will change the colors of my rainbow

Topic(s) of this poem: life

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 2, 2014

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