frozen flame

They sneer at my pain,
belittle what I am now.
God bless their hearts
for they doth see
nothing but skin.
They see nothing but now.
Someday
They will bow.
And when they have
finally seen what this
cocoon covers,
they will weep.
But with my wings
I shall console.
And then will they feel
that I truly loved.

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