Suffering does not become you,
nor does it Beatify your Soul

If you could but see
what your own eyes
have done to you

Shrinking your beauty
into the heart of martyrdom

Self pity is for the victim
seeking secret pleasure in pain

How long will you be a slave
to your subconscious master,
keeping your genius entombed

Never getting enough of what you don't want,
A bird without wings unable to fly