Dressed in black he walks down the street.
He smiles at Gods beautiful creation.
Seeing children play his eyes fill with wonder and awe.
"So full of life", he murmurs.
As sudden as a flash of lightning, they stop.
As if they've seen a ghost, they stare in pure horror.
He looks down in shame and walks on.
Step by step he feels a million eyes looking into his very soul.
For his hands were destroyed.
His hair was tassled.
His face was demented.
"I'm a monster." he says aloud.
Tears gently fall down his face.
He falls to the ground crying tears of hurt.
Tears of pain.
Then, ever so slowly, he gets up.
"IS THAT WHAT I AM TO YOU?!" He yells.
The sky echoed and the people around him grew still.
He ran then, with pain beating on his chest like a drum.
One by one, passing all the people who had judged him his entire life.
But right as he got to the end of the street, the sight of a beautiful woman caught his eye.
Not because it was forced, either.
Because she knew something no one else did.
That beneath his frightening image and what the rest of the town always thought,
he had a heart made of nothing but pure gold.
I wrote this poem somewhat inspired by the movie "Edward Scissorhands". I am completely inspired by it because of it's great meaning - Sometimes that ugliest of people have the most beautiful souls. To not judge just by appearance. To be honest I've been judged a lot in my time. So to me, this message is the most inspiring and beautiful thing in the world. I hope it inspired you too, and as always please let me know you're thoughts.