This thing you see
You said it was in me
You called it beauty
I have one simple plea
Please pull it free
Please help it flee
I live too chaotically
I'll help you find a key
It's too good for reality
Take it to the sea
It is pure and full of glee
The rest of me I can't garuntee
Don't call me sweet pea
Don't wonder what could be
There will never be a we
Just take that small rarity
That abnormality
Someday  you will agree
In dark waters it's the only buoy
The rest of who I am is debris