Watercolor (Poem)

I am like a drop of paint on a white piece of paper. You can drop more paint on me, make me bigger and fuller , or leave me as I stay, small with no added color, I'm plain that way. Add more color I brighten up the page, fill up all the white, I'm out of my cage. No empty left on the paper just big beautiful drops, I smile because so much was added, no need for props. Just please don't get out the water and wash it all away, then I'd be just plain white paper, with nothing more to say..

Years ago someone told me I was to nice, to touchy feely, and people didn't like it. So I stopped being me. Tried to stay in the shade and not do or say much. I was miserable. I didn't laugh or be silly near as much or hug people. Till one day I sat and wrote this, I got the memo, thank God I did . I can't be anybody but me. If you don't like who I am that is fine. I can't live for what others think I should be. I need color in my life, I need to hug and be nice to others . I can't be just plain, it's not bad but not me :)I may not have a ton of friends but I have who I need.