A Box of Crayons

I’m unique and each of us is unique. There are so many things that enter my mind when I think of an object that represents me. Every moment I am ask to think about an object to compare myself to, rose is the first thing that comes out in my head. But now, I would like to compare myself to a box of crayons. I believe this would be the best representation of myself.

The real me can be seen in my own little box where I hide my deep feelings and thoughts. You’ll never know the real me, unless you open the box and look what’s inside. The different colors inside the box symbolize my mood, principle, and various opinions both positive and negative. But I choose to show my brighter side than my dull and dark. I want to inspire people that despite all the problems I’m facing I can still manage to look at the brighter side of life and put a smile on my face.

I love how I can put smiles on people’s faces while I entertain them with my humorous ways. Although it may seem like I am made with joy and laughter, if they used me for their advantage, I just easily break into pieces. I can make them happy when they’re sad, but don’t abuse my kindness because I’m just a person who wants my friends and loved ones feel loved and important.

I am built with no eraser, so I don’t regret every single mistake I have done in the past. Those mistakes made me a strong and better person. Each feeling, each part, everything about me is labeled. This is me. I am me. No pretenses. I’m just being me.