When the light of the day destroyed the monster
That hung over her head at night,
As she saw the monster that haunted her lonely mind at night,
Turn into ashes;
She realized that it will come after her ever night
If she gave it the power,
If she fed it the insecurities and the fears.

She realized the only way to destroy the monster forever
Was to give herself the power,
Enough power to make it turn into ashes with her light.

Settled in the ***** of Paris,
Decades after painting the Bay of Naples,
The artist now known as classic
Sat with a content smile
And reminisced  about the guardian angel,
Who painted a masterpiece,
Containing just a leaf
And bequeathing a hopeful life.

She thought of her looks as abysmal,
So her perspective on 'beauty' changed.
She looked at beauty for what she was not; extraordinary.
Haunting for perfect beauty,
Anything less than extraordinary was lousy
Until the day someone taught her where to look,
To find extraordinary in everything mundane,
Flushed, she realised that she could be extraordinary too.

She’s trying,
Trying to actually look at herself in the mirror,
She usually just walks by, looking at her glimpse,
Not liking what she sees.
She’s working out,
Trying to change herself to fit into the eyes of others,
She’s looking at me to see herself changed.
When the mind tricks her,
She stares and stays long enough.
But when the words don’t fool her,
She sits in front of me, crying.
Looking at why she cannot change,
Just wishing they’d understand
That she’s trying.

She talks to me and says,
She just wants someone to realize she’s trying
Which just makes me wish I could comfort her,
Tell her, I know.
Tell her that I see her, trying so hard.
Sometimes I wish I could say to her
“You don’t need to try so hard for me,
You’re so plainly beautiful to me,
When you’re free from wordy bounds.”
But she cries looking at me,
My voiceless words never reaching her,
My glass hand never comforting her,
Just waiting for her to stop trying,
Just waiting for somebody to finally see her.

The way I see people,
They make others enfeeble
Just so they stay above the chain.
They seem so inhumane, giving others pain.
Destroying their way to the future,
Foolishly wallowing in their stupor.
Although sometimes they show emotion
But then get caught in its commotion.

Alas! In the end I’m also human today,
And maybe tomorrow I’ll decay.
So I’ll just try, like every other human
To someday be superhuman,
To someday rise above this human grime
Through my stories and rhyme.

Together we almost touched the skies
But you left me wide eyed.
I felt like I was falling
But it wasn’t in love.
I felt like I was breathing
But my heart wasn’t beating.
You made me feel alive,
But now the whole aura is suffocating.
I guess my mind wasn’t open enough
Because I’ve fallen and I’ve realized,
I’m just lying broken on the ground.