The Most Beautiful

The mirrors shatter on my face…
Even you loathe me as a hideous disgrace.
The whispering scream inside my head…
As they hope for me in darkness to fade…
The blackest nights chain my sun…
As I realise you could never be my own…
I watch you vanish into the mist…
Never turning or smiling atleast…
My face is my own beautiful vessel…
For it embraces with tears all our hassles…
You never tried to look deep down to my soul…
But kept saying my flesh was foul…
The ugly truth is right before my eyes…
You’re gone forever in this world so vice…
Nevertheless I would try to uphold…
That I am the most beautiful in this world so cold…