when the blood from the veins
pumps the voices up to his brain
and he can’t seem to maintain
because he’s going insane

that’s when reflective starts to drip
and his mind continues to flip
his life starts to fill up the floor
because he opened that door

he feels the scars that he makes
from the voices that he hates
and even though he debates
he feels they know his true fate.

the more he feels like a freak
the more he wants to be me
yet that beauty that he sees
starts to grow from that tree

but for a brief moment in time
if he just reached up to climb
and opened his eyes he’d find
the amazing beauty that sines.

he never had any regrets
but now he lives to regress
that he fell from the best
into the pool of his mess.

so he over thinks and he over ponders
he’s not over hither, and not over yonder
and he will always dream and aspire
though the voices trick him to conspire.

he knows every time that he’s wrong
yet there’s another pool and it belongs
where never before the lines appear
his red gloved hands start to smear

yet with every new line that shows
he finds his smile in the mirror glows.
this freak freaks far away from in
and he silences the voices within

he catches his mess in the mirror
and nothing else seems clearer
where everyone else sees his sin
he gazes in awe at the the new him.

Amazingly Beautiful