A chasm of silent cries
My life has been one wild ride
Where violent skies
painted the lows from my high.

I've felt ugly in more ways
Than I've ever been told
I've sat out on cold days
Because nothing was ever warm.

The illusory orbs above me
They taunt their tales
Of how I am born ugly
And I chant 'words don't matter'.

I guess I am a hypocrite
Because I've taught of bright lights
Yet stared into the abyss
unable to visualise a single spectrum.

Do not get me wrong
I am not built of sticks and straws
I've hummed the hymns of unknown songs
And so I float on.

I have loved and lost
I've seen scorched flames
being coated by frost
Yet I am still new to love.