Amongst the crowded, colored world; there was a black house.
Inside the house was a white room with nothing in it.
A girl in the form of jealousy wandered inside.
A marker she held in her cold, pretty hand.
She drew me as a pig in rainbows;
and that's what I became.
She drew me as a mole.
I became that too.
And, when she
tried to erase
me; I also
But the next time she drew me; I was a shining butterfly.
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