How different am I?
From the fruit hanging down a tree aching to be plucked,
When my heart hanged out my chest aching to be loved?
How distant am I?
From the stars splattering glitter bits eager to adorn the sky,
When my soul's splattering bitter fits eager to succumb and die?
How defiant am I?
From the ghost of the past that hunts still,
When I host the present that hurts still?
How decent am I?
From the sores that crown my metal shell,
When I bore that frown since the petal fell?
