Kalopsia

Blank Canvas

We are born as a blank canvas
The world sketched us out
And filled us with colour
Making many mistakes with the acrylic paint.

The paint dries
Unable to be erased
No matter how much you scratch and scrape
Stuck like that forever.

The world never thinks about what you want though
Maybe some people liked the white the canvas started as
And the world ruined it
All the world ever does is ruin things.

N/A: eh

-Isabella ^.^