Melancholic Glory

From my diary: Introspection We are a kaleidoscope of broken things, Angels with clipped wings; Dyslexic writers, fallen knights. We are an army of crushed mights. We are the troubled therapist; An untuned symphony, But we burn with our melancholic glory. We are the comedian that finds it hard to smile, We are the dreamers in exile; A shy actor, an ugly butterfly. We are the colorblind painter splashing the night sky. We are the Beethovens and Van Goghs; The brightest and the most magnificent are we, Because we burn and burn forever in our melancholic glory -and we can't be tamed.