What do you see
when you encounter me?
Do you see someone
whose lost - more far more than she has ever won?
Because my hair is different than yours
Is that your excuse, for closing all doors?
Or are you afraid because you know-
Inside this heart - your shadow grows.
The darkness you reveal
all that your pale, cold eyes cannot conceal.
The esoteric hatred
you covet and hold sacred....
for one whose only crime
accident of birth, out of luck, out of time....
What you see -
is NOT me....