burned out flame

Dear me,

You light your own fires

You bring your own gasoline

You don't try to look

Like those girls on the TV screen


You stopped fearing the fire

And simple became it

Why would you ignore who I am

In fear of being a misfit?


You were ripped at every edge

and would love yourself the least

Then you became the Mona Lisa

and called yourself a masterpiece


You thought self-hate was your home

But it was just your vacation

The hate was deported

Like it was found by immigration


You were looking for the validation

In people who would lie

But you were a dragon

Long before they said you could fly


All the best,

Isabel Quintero

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The rhyme scheme was good. I enjoyed your message to yourself.