I was a child, a tiny bird
Grooming fragile wings and dreams
Hoping to live and to soar
To feel the warmth of everything good
And you... none knew, yet you did !!

But in my imperfections
Your pride saw me unmatched for you
With swords of words, you slashed my wings
Cut my heart, left me wounded
A spectacle for others to scorn
Head bowed, flight stolen, forever !!

No tears then—only pain
Lingering, pulsing through every breath
No fault of mine, no harm done
Yet I bore the weight of your fire
A silent ember you never noticed !!

Esteem, confidence, joy—all forgotten,
Now just words, echoes of who I was
My heart still burns, scarred and stained
A shadow of someone I should have been.
What was my crime finding the good in you?

Despite it all, I still see you as good!!