Internal

I don't really know who's been listening,

Or who's dared to speak.

Yet, something inside me awakes,

Something so wild yet so meek.

Between Charybdis and Scylla,

things naturally get wilder.

When you walk on an unknown path

Soon, it's only you that can laugh.

You know both pleasure and pain.

You know how hard love is to gain.

You stare at mirrors and expect them to rejoice,

But a smile is at times, a pitiful choice.

You not only feel pity when your complexion runs too bright.

You feel it when the sun itself, shines too bright.

You know that some get hurt by its rays.

Their skin burns and scars are hard to erase.

The more you think on it, the stronger the sensation becomes:

you are the outcast, the nail, the unbalanced sum.

Even as you try to convince yourself that your heart is pure,

Most of the time one only has to see you, in order to say,

"Sure."