this shade of green suits no one.
and this shade of red, it burns.
desirable is that shade of blue,
that soothes and never stirs.

and when i paint my canvas,
i paint what i wish, not what i see.
because what i wish for is perfect,
and perfect is not me.

people are not perfect,
and i don't pretend that they are.
it's just that what i am, and what i see
is not what i want nor all that i could be.

i could wear that pretty shade of blue,
that resembles the sky at three.
or i could choose to wear that ugly green,
and be imperfect me.

it's what i choose and what i do,
with the colors within my reach
that will make my day
either light or gray.

and still be,
perfectly imperfect me.