Black Swan
I was always looking up to everyone, as they were looking down.
It was another day in paradise but the only view that I was concerned was that of my reflection.
I was different.
I see angels flying over the water, swimming with majestic animals.
While they were lured to the water by their souls, I was lured to what was next to the water, fire.
The hot fire warmed my heart, but then I realized I had burned my wings, it was amazing cause I never knew how to fly and now I did not have to learn.
I was always looking up to everyone, as they were looking down.
I would play with fire and know only "He" would see the joy in my smiles.
Everyone else was scared I would burn their wings.
My downfall was not playing with fire, or being different.
My downfall was that I judged them for judging me.
Instead of playing with fire, I did not play at all.
I judged them back, except I was alone, and did not know better, and now I am alone forever, playing with fire.
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