When you look at me,
Truly, what is it that you see?
Am I simply another one of the crowd,
Or do I fade in contrast to your loud,
These eyes have seen much,
And found solace in the dark, as such,
Do you see the scars inside,
The scars I have tried so desperately to hide?
When you see my unimpressive hands,
Can you see the distant lands,
That I have painted with a pen-
Or how I disappear into these places again?
After I have long gone,
Will you remember what my being was built on,
How I lived and breathed each day,
What I had always wanted to say?
Or will I fade to dust,
Lost while trying to gain the trust,
Of a biased society?
This is my one and only request,
In the hopes that the plague will not infest-
The world, the plague of hate,
Let us bring this realm to a better state.