The World Through My Eyes [My Poem Collection]

Vincent Is Beautiful

Vincent is ugly, 

On his face a big scar. 

He is a nobody, 

Living in his old car. 

He sits on the streets, 

Playing his rusty guitar. 

A man listened silently, 

While smoking a cigar. 

Vincent is beautiful, 

On his face dark make-up. 

He is a somebody, 

A butler tells him to wake up. 

He sits in a big limousine, 

Playing his brand new guitar. 

Thousand fans listening, 

They come from very far. 

Vincent body is a superstar, 

But his heart is cracked. 

He has all he dreamed of, 

But this is all just an act. 

He still has that big scar, 

You can't see it, but it's there. 

They can fix it all they want, 

But some things you can't repair. 

Vincent isn't Vincent anymore, 

They own his lifestyle. 

He is feeling very depressed, 

But they force him to smile. 

He is never alone, 

Always cameras recording. 

He has all the money he wants, 

But it's still not rewarding. 

Vincent disappears, 

The selfish producers panic. 

The internet almost overheats, 

Fans can be so satanic. 

He is gone from Earth, 

Nobody can seem to find the star. 

They don't know his real face, 

They don't know about his scar. 

Vincent is ugly, 

Playing his rusty guitar. 

He smiles to the passersby, 

Who don't recognize their star. 

He is a nobody again, 

But at least he is his own. 

This place on the streets, 

This is his true throne. 

Vincent is beautiful.