Those who know the raw ache of being alone
Can see the flaws in the sky.
We cling to them because there is hardly ever another
Proof that we don't need to be perfect. .watch us.
We can listen to one thousand voices shout to us that we
Are
Beautiful.
We hear one whisper of
"You are nothing"
And all the other voices fade to silence.
We are nothing.
Silence.
