like a carnation caught in a hailstorm
my soul is fragile and still
the remarks you make take to me and slice my dwelling spirit
i am no longer whole
brokenhearted in this cold fallacious and wicked world
to suffer my fate and the ridicule of society
yet i am strong
like the mighty lion upon his throne
but hatred fills my heart
i loathe it
but my countless efforts to please are casted aside
yet through the resentment and abhorrence
i am still destined to find inner peace
but when you search with your flashlight of gold through the somber
darkness
you see a grinning gal full of contentment and overwhelmed with glee
but my inside is still as black as night and pervaded with disgust
however like the lightening in the night that makes you toss and toil
my darkness will rise with the morning sun
 
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