The Beauty That Is You

They were never there to guide you,

Or to save you from yourself,

A ghost best left forgotten,

The last product on the shelf.

Empty, damaged, broken,

Yet no matter what you do,

How others - and yourself,

View you,

I manage to see what is true.

I see the beauty that is you.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this in bed last night. =]

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