some of which you must despise
since cowardice and cruelty hide
among my many faces.
Impertinence and anger too
stand to join the motley crew,
but I would name them all for you
if I could make them sound like graces.
Someday I'll take you by the hand,
imperfect prism that I am,
and somehow make you understand
the reason for these faces:
The world, this unforgiving sphere
helped put my ugly faces here,
but light through broken prisms near
throws color in far, dark places.
And maybe when you finally see
the many different sides of me,
you'll learn to love me honestly,
and fill my sad heart's empty spaces.
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