MY FAE

Poison is what kept you going, Hatred with beauty Disgust with your body And lust for jealousy.

Once you saw yourself in the mirror Suddenly I saw a crack on your poisoned skull Then I started to question your reality; "Why do you fill your head with such lies?"

Years went by and your finally free. The tiny crack became a start Of how you started to see your worth. Now roses fill your void.

8000x10000px Original Artwork and Poem by Vilton