To be a lie

To be seen, is to be loved,
For only those who take their time
to truly paint our storms in blue.
to really scrutinize us through,
know how to love, 
know how to fly.

Those who hold you so warmly,
your cold body melts down
and all version of you, so lonely,
collapse like ashes, becoming one.

I fought for years
against injustice,
when did my fears
become so monstrous.

I promised you
I was a good child
but I was a misfit, 
and in a world so vile,
to be rare is a crime.