it was like a Phoenix bird,
it flew so high,
grew so unbearably bright.
One day it had to burst,
it just had to.
And all the sparks came cascading down
just dancing across the sky.
It was so beautiful
but everyone turned their back on it,
left the phoenix to die lonely,
it grew so lonely,
as it glided and swayed in a flurry of beauty.
The bird never understood, why no one would look,
why no one understood, or dared to see it.
The bird was desperate.
She wanted to be seen,
And when one did look she grew brighter,
happy that someone appreciated her beauty,
but only for a moment.
She met their back once again,
and the phoenix died in loneliness.