MasterpieceIt’s hard to be a masterpiece In a gallery of art Critics seem to fill the hall everywhere Critiquing what you do What you say How you look It doesn’t matter what position you take up In a hallway of outcasts who try to fit in We all look the same to everyone That’s why we’re categorized But nothing’s right still cause The canvas is too big Or the brushstrokes are too smallMasterpiece
And if we keep adjusting ourselves to A critic’s delight We become so abstract That it becomes difficult to call us
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