No matter how hard I try to deny it,
people are beautiful.
I used to focus only on our misgivings,
our malice.
No longer;
for I have seen the balance.
We as human beings,
are capable of all extremes.
One or another of us will reach them.
But we will always equilibrate.
Fear not my dear friends,
you will find your way out of despair.
Do justice onto whom you replace.
You will find hope again; spread it on/.

My brain must hate me.
What reason, other than that, to explain why I'm constantly tortured by the mental image of him. And her.
Him and her.
Him with her.

I often found myself every single cold night
Remembering all the facade I have put until now
Then, there was a fire, a fire trying to ignite
A heated voice, demanding to be exposed which I didn’t allow

I often found myself weeping despite smiling
Chromatic I am yet I perceived the world as dark gray
Unhappy I am by almost every single thing
And the voice inside laughed at me, much to my dismay

The voice asked, “But why? Why do you try so hard?”
“To impress the people who went astray?”
“You’re hiding it behind a cloak, the self you always guard”
“If they deny your existence, wouldn't it be better to walk away?”

If I could choose a colour for you
I'd always go for admiral blue
cause just like the butterfly
you bring my world back to life
behind your dark mysterious cover
you turned out to be a perfect lover
and just like the butterfly
true beauty lies on the inside.