I have a problem with crayons.

I've always had a problem with crayons because of the skin color options they gave you. Tan & desert sand were really your only options. Never realistic & that made me upset. But maybe my first mistake was trying to be realistic. Or maybe my mistake was that I had more than one problem with crayons. 

I have a problem with the way the crayons break so easily. Your concentration can really be broken, when the crayon breaks in half. 

I have problem with when you lift your crayon up after a while there is an extra dot of wax on the page, making your perfectly blended flower, a little blotchy. 

I have a problem with the kid next to me who had a 120 pack of crayons & a sharpener, when mine was only 64.

I have problem with the way my crayons were taken away a little too soon, because I never learned that if you mixed tan and desert sand you got the perfect skin tone. 
Because I never learned that crayons can be melted back together.
Because I never learned that a blotchy flower shows how much that flower has endured. 
Because I never learned that sharing is caring. 
Because I never learned the potential crayons had, and the potential I had. 
Because I'm still a little bitter my mom took my crayons away. 

Maybe my problem came from wanting to be the piece of paper, rather than the one

crayon.