A Shining Beacon for...

Every time I tried to stare I was brought down by my fears. I struggled to stay true and fair Shedding all the chants and jeers. I wasn’t born without a soul I could feel their pain as well. I had parted normal wholes It was my personal hell. Now I’m older, more mature, not innocent And times are better in my head. I’ve learned to look back on that fateful day And all those leeches I’ve come to dread. Now we have a shining beacon Of hope, despair, and fear. But even though I am alone I shall refuse to stare.