I Write Poetry

Nevereasy

Her face was Nevereasy

Her eyes were Neverseen

Too distorted and deformed

To belong in human scene



She wore a decorated mask

A time when she was young

Now she's discovered invisible paint

Her caring days are done



... Or so she says



Her face was Nevereasy

Just like her head and heart

It hurt to almost see herself

Nevereasy, neverpart



Is Nevereasy born that way?

Or is it self-chosen path?

She thought she had chosen Beauty and Truth

Perhaps it is God's wrath?



Perhaps it is the curse of man?

Like the drowning of a witch!

Just remember when she floats

Her Nevereasy face they'll scorch



Burned and defeated

Scarred but living on

Her face was Nevereasy

How they wished it could be gone