Nothing more foolish than self-pity
It isn't because it's wrong or right
Or different between ugly or pretty
But in the room of your heart
It shuts off light to the eyes
While the mind is lit very dimly
Just to see the outlines of the other people
Not their face, as it serves as memory
Becomes a cave and the people become pictures drawn vividly
They're a reminder you're truly never alone
You can't see that if the lighting is sh**ty...