Gary...

I knew this guy named Gary, who calls me M Jane....
He feels my color is nothin new, my hue is just the same...
I, to him am an ordinary legend, there is nothing different, I am every green leaf on every tree, no exciting oranges or reds to show that the seasons have changed,
The cool breeze of Fall hasnt arrived,
I remind him that summer yet still remains...
Not that my nature is not beautiful, it is just simply bland,
I am pale in comparison because my artist forgot to blend.
I to him am a replica of what one decent artist did before,
I am riddled with ill explained fallacies, impossible to ignore.
I downplayed my natures natural hue, so that the Gary's wouldn't walk away,
But I gained empty measures because I neglected myself so that they could
stay.
But fortunately I discovered that being vivid  and interesting is a matter not small.  So I am leaving behind the Gary's and accepting me, All.