Fourteen 

Fourteen years ago 

My life became automatically harder 

Because of how I looked 

Thirteen 

It was just a threat

Just a rumor

It’s not real

It’s not gonna happen

But what about when it’s not a threat

When it’s real

I’m not a painter 

But if I was 

I would paint masterpieces 

And tell a story within each frame 

I would create a piece of art