Talking heart

Tea-Boardy

I had never
insulted you
you are deserving
of the truth

a beautiful
magical being
why are others
bad at treating?

everyone has
has been given
a little umbrella
uniquely chosen

only few
have been given colors
nobody cared
about looks of others

my umbrella
had always been loved
I loved rain too
but my umbrella served good

my friends complained
about their umbrella
of its form and size
of its length and color

mine was ugly
uglier then theirs
but when it came to love
only those ones were spared

they hated my umbrella
judged it for me
but I knew my umbrella
was not empty

they hated all umbrellas
only liked those
that people made themselves
in theater-shows

in the rain alone
I hugged my umbrella
while others didn't know better
then get soaked in dysmorthia