I turn around
nothings there
just empty space
space that doesn't belong
it is not perfect
it does not fit
Tormented
Tortured
I look forward
a dark light shines ahead
This light fits
with the perfect world
that passes me by
but it doesn't seem right
Glorious
Triumphant
I look to my left
a brighter light shines
too bright
that I cannot be
too perfect
all too happy
Painful
Alive
Then I look to my right
colors so vibrant and amazing
it shines on me
it doesn't quite right
but it is something unique
a rainbow
Beautiful
Almost Perfect
I follow it into hope
