It’s so much easier to be a part than a whole,
A piece of a puzzle that’s already solved.
But one piece can’t be a picture
Can’t be understood
Without the others.
What if you were a painting-
Would you paint over yourself
To match another’s idea of you?
But we do. The world tells us
To be special, individual
But not weird.
Weird is bad.
So we hide.
What is the point of a museum
Where every painting is the same?
If the paintings would uncover themselves
We could be beautiful.
Weird is good.