The Reflecting Knife

I filled my soul with beautiful people

thinking I would become beautiful too.

Until every time I opened my mouth,

only other people's voices emerged.

I lived a life of much regret.

Until I got sick of hearing all those voices,

so I started carving all the things,

I thought made me. And as I destroyed

myself and became ugly, my real beauty

came to the surface. I have never felt so alone,

and in that mist of loneliness, I found everything

I was looking for.