My eyes see the bliss within the darkness For my eyes have seen such beauty in darkness Stars shine so innocently The pale moon a protective eye but My eyes only see the hate within the light Because it is far harder to tell which smile is really bright in a world lit by fakes
I've never understood the concept of being unique 'One of a kind' 'Irreplaceable' 'Nothing can take your place' Doesn't it all sound lonely? Every 'unique' person leaves a 'unique' void It's like trying to finish a puzzle with the wrong pieces In the end the piece ends up misshapen From years of trying to fit in someones unique place A place where they just don't belong
My long hair is a symbol of maturity It frames my face, making a perfect picture The brush strokes are my imperfect skin Beautifully perfect mistakes All apart of me And all things I hate