Pain and sorrow
In the moon’s glow;
Tears and self-hatred
Why am I different?

Refusal and shame;
Being a dark spot in a bright world;
A clean cut is all it would take
To drown all that is left of me.

Why was I born this way;
What evil mind has cursed me;
The star that hides from the sun.
A fish on land.

Walking in a forest of never-ending trees;
The wise crow comes to me.
Makes me understand and blossom
Into a beautiful flower;
Its petals rising up to the morning sun.