TITLE: Though Desperate and Determined We Will Never be Picasso

...the fact of the matter is

in our personal canvases

we have painted imperfections

in hopes that our appeal

becomes heightened.

For in a world of

living art

my bones

are beautiful

and your shimmer glistens.

We shall all melt in the sun

but die satisfied

for we lived like Barbies and Kens.

Repaint till the need is met

till acceptance is reached

but coated in layers

of lies and glitter

we shall suffocate with

the skin we hide in.

And when used becomes

beautiful and

experience becomes praised

we will then vomit

at our lack of innocence

purge our impurities

and fill the void

with sin and guilt.

Make me wanted...