• Always wrapped up in an adorned world.
    maybe in a more tolerable light,
    we would not have given up the fight....
    so easily.
    You would always discriminate,
    because you were to blind to see individuality.
    Only judging by exterior,
    ruthlessly deciding by appearance.
    People like me,
    still with our originality.
    Making us feel so inferior.
    We always had to keep our distance.
    There was no way you would appreciate,
    every attempt we would make....
    for perfection.
    Scientifically you would differentiate.
    In my mind,
    I tried to recreate.
    My soul now weathered.
    The thought of it is sickening.
    To you we had no voice.
    Left in silent perception.
    Fading in a muted disappearance.
    Living in separate silhouettes.
    Left behind with painful reminders.
    Now slightly darker,
    with trust destroyed,
    trying to avoid.
    All the scattered thoughts.