canvas part2

Wanting the glory of acceptance
The artist heads back to their dark studio.
Opening up all of the window curtain and turning off the radio,
The artist hears the artistic wind die out about the room.
With a few delicate tears in their eyes
The artist destroys the beautiful artwork with powerful chemical
Causing the grieving beauty of colors wash away into an ugly brown mess.

Grasping the creator in their hand
There was a strange uncertainty surrounding the creator.
I appeared to be weeping and wondering what is going to happen.
Snapping back in to reality, the artist begins a new painting
On that will hopefully bring acceptance.
Dipping the bristly head in to a bucket of a tan color
The artist felt strange sculpting out the face,
It did not appear to stand out only blend in more and more.
The artist shakes it off for a moment and continues to create.

Tacking up a new creator, the artist dips its head into an undeniable amount of stars.
The shacking head smears the glittering chaos over the harsh, despaired eyes
Before sprinkling it all over the finally groomed brown hair.
Feeling squirm, the creator is dipped into a light gaudy pink.
The artist attempts to chisel out the curvy lips
But finds it difficult to make them stand out and finally gives up.
Deciding the radical attempt of acceptance some what done,
The artist cover up their painting with a light lacy cloth
Hoping that this art will be the key to acceptance.

The artist finds the same group of people to show off their latest piece.
Unavailing the art, the crowed seems pleased and began to whisper about the latest gossip.
The artist then realize that the crowed is a predator
Ready to kill and strike out at any thing that is different form them.
They will only accept those who appear to resemble them and their natural hatred for others.
Turning back into the person that the artist used to be
They walk alone again in the unquiet darkness