Your beauty is like a prism,
but all you see is a prison,
trapped in your mind you envision,
a future without relations,
surrounded by temptation,
when all you want is love.

So you bury your feelings,
and hide your emotions,
drowning your demons,
in magical potions,
shying from attention,
avoiding affection,
because you've already been hurt.

Yet I understand you,
for I wore the same shoes,
which is why I still fight,
trying to restore new,
so others can adore too,
your prism of light.