The darkness surrounds me and the cold kisses my skin,
Crucified by the world, looked at as sin.
The shadows are home, protection from their sight,
Through their eyes I'm a monster, words like punches in a fight.
The image they see is a reflection of their heart,
When I look at them I just see art.
Judgement, a feeling I've never known,
But still hate is all they've ever shown.
In the darkness I hide and always will,
Hoping one day they'll know how I feel.
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