di·o·ram·a

Pallete;

Pallete; The lies

Do you know the easiest way to make something ugly beautiful?

Modify it? Nope.

Color it? No.

Clean it? It does make it clean, but who says clean things are beauties?

The easiest way?

Just lie about it.

Just say to them that you have something beautiful,

Pretend that you too are in awe of its beauty,

React yourself that way,

The might not believe it right away,

but believe me they will fall for it eventually,

because you know in this world, strangely,

lies that labeled as truth by many,

will be a real deal.

In fact, even yourself will forget that all the things that you told out loud, were lies.

God said i was i created 'good',

They said i'm perfect in His eyes regardless of my appearance and everything.

But, how about me in your eyes?

I'm just a shorty,

with acnes everywhere, well; forget the face aside, i got bucks on my neck and back.

I'm not pretty,

just someone that is kind, nice, bla bla bla~

My teeth sucks,

I'm afraid to smile,

Automatically cover my mouth when laughing,

Scared to death to have a very close conversation, like talking side by side.

That guitar-kind of body?

I think the drum' sticks suit me better.

Imagine that person, what do you think?

If you think she's still pretty, wait for the next chapter, if she's not,

Please give her another chance.

Well, i'm not pretty, nothing short of genius is within my brain, i'm just 'just',

i'm the common 'common',

Though i'm aware God loves me so much despite of anything,

but i hate the fact that people overuse that phrase to lie comforts to other people.

Just like the pallete, they choose the color, they conceal things they're trying to hide,

they lied.

they should've just be honest,

they should've just meet me first, talk to me and realize who charming i am,

instead of ignoring.

"Nothing in your diorama is yours, then why boast?"

Pallete; Ch.1