Simple Beauty

Trapped between four amethyst walls.

Everyone walks around,

showing off their beauty,

like peacocks.

But I am plain.

My reflection is simple.

I stare out the window,

at the violet twilight.

The purple moon,

like a plum,

glistening in the sky.

I wipe away a glass tear,

as I write.

My hands are numb,

but I still write.

I look out the window once again,

and I realize.

No matter what colour the sky is,

everyone still thinks it's beautiful.

Just like me.

I'm not a sky blue morning sky like everybody,

I'm a dark and twisty stormy sky.

But I am still beautiful.