"Your selfish hands always expecting more, Am I your child or just a charity ward?"
-Demi Lovato(For The Love Of A Daughter)
I'm not a type of kid every parent dreams to have, I'm not here to self pity myself, I actually compliment myself for being artistic. In fact, art has been inside my blood outside the womb, which I don't give a single damn for people to underestimate. My works, they are always underrated for being unacceptable. People always second guess that life is only for the logical implementation, they always underestimate artists to be poor and lifeless.
For a particular, unreasonable-"educative" reason which doesn't affect my school nor my future that much. I am unappreciated for my art, a very genetically close relative said to me that he doesn't appreciate me for being on vogue, for taking reasonably "beautiful" shots. For being who I am, this bad kid who fights for a cause, for the survival of the generation of art.
I always see myself as a rebel, at least this ego talking right here. I am lost and tainted, and as an extra of a failure package, being unappreciated. Am I tested or am I really just better off dead?. No, these fingerprints are too rare for now, I have to survive. It's like glitter, It's like shining in a different way.
Speaking of society, no I'm not here for your opinion, tbh. Yes, I cry, I scream, I do give a fuck sometimes, but guess what? I move on and become better. I am better off this way, different. Guess what, haters?
I'M NOT A CREATURE OF YOUR GOVERNMENT, NOR YOUR RELIGION OF HATE, NOR YOUR PREJUDICE, NOR YOUR JUDGEMENT, NOR YOUR BEHAVIOR NOR YOUR BUSINESS, NOT A SINGLE FUCK YOU GIVE ABOUT ME, I AM A CREATURE OF MY OWN ART GOD CREATED, I WAS BORN TO BE VIEWED IN A DIFFERENT VIEW, I AM NOT THE ART OF YOUR OPINION, NOR YOUR IMPRESSION, I EXPRESS, I AM A NATURAL VINE OF MY ART, I AM THE KING AND QUEEN OF MYSELF, BECAUSE I WAS BORN FOR ART AND IT'S ALL THE GLORY THAT I BARE.
The touch of your hands, they were very near, when I am not with you, everything can remain right even when the world is falling apart. Untouched feelings, they are secretly touched by the blink of your eyes far away. It was a very bright voice, that is what echoes in my mind, your whisper, it felt so dusty like this dress I'm wearing. It's like when you call my name, the whole world stops for a secret second. I keep twirling in this labyrinth where all the ways ahead leads myself to you. Cream colored roses will be hung there, one day I'll hold you down the gigantic cross on the chapel, where wedding bells will ring. We'll play dress up and fall in love all over again. Like mint to cream, like pastel to spring, I will always fit in your missing puzzle piece. We will grow old together, like those lonely days I thought I'll have, they will be replaced. Find me down to wonderland, there we will kiss down the breeze. Technology and Pastel colored. That's how I feel for you. You're like a dream I'm living in, just like a pixie inside of a rose.
