Had the oceans stopped crashing on the rock
Or had the birds stopped flying?
The world did nothing more but talk
So why should I bother faking?
I am flawed, and I bleed tears
What do others do when they sense fear?
I feel alive at dusk and wither in the dawn
Is it fallacious if I don’t follow the norm?
I don’t implore the magic mirror on the wall
Neither does fairy Godmother rush to my aid for the ball
A milquetoast amongst the so-called mighty
Though they didn’t know this oddball was feisty
I see the beauty in the beast
And I savor dreams on a feast
Have been headlong into wars
My body is adorned with scars
When life throws daggers and stones
And I am reduced to skin and bones
I dodge and bruise, but I don’t flee
And life learns a few things from me
If I fail in consequences dire
I crave life to hold my gaze
For if I burn, I shall kindle a fire
Engulfing its deceptive haze
…now that you’re here
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