There in the shadows lurk the darkest of creatures
The stowaways in hiding,
The ones cast from heaven

Constantly at the heels of the vulnerable,
Trying to coax the innocent into their oblivious blunder
To fall back behind, in a never ending slumber

For these, are the Fallen Angels.
Disgraced and abandoned, they contaminate cities
Angered and confused, their wings need mending

They are fighting a war that must always be fought,
Banished from the land in which they were born
The empty night sky is all that is left for them.

Don't judge me.
You don't know my life, my circumstances,
My heartbreak.
It seems like people only care about
How they measure up to others.
They are disgraced by people who can't measure--
Disgraced by me.
But no one knows.
No one knows its me.

Sometimes I hate my name.
It happens when I hate my self.
Called out in shame,
No one had time to listen,
Time to hold me,
Time to care.

Do they know what they are doing?
Do they know the difference between put downs
And let downs?
Do they know that the pain they give me
Is worse than any physical pain I have endured?
If they do,
They don't care.
They live to measure;
I can't measure.

But,
How sweet it is
When I get called beautiful.
Who knew I could be beautiful?
Me, the blandest and saddest pretender in the world--
Beautiful?
I'm feeling of worth,
My world is changing.
What he says is worth all the heartbreak in the world.