The Swan

If her colour were the pearls that shine

Then why is mine as discreet and hated as the shadows of the night?

Why should I cover up and apply a dozen fraudulent ideas onto my beautiful face?

Why can’t I be enough?

“Chocolate”

“Disgusting”

“If only she was a bit...”

The ignorant frets of those who never really understood why society loved the colour of the

swan and hated the ugly duckling so passionately

Spat on, slurred at, scoffed about

Loneliness was my only companion in this wretched world

They say that life gradually becomes easier

When I saw that someone who was a lot less accomplished got the job

When I saw someone who barely put any effort get showered with praise

When I saw the change in the mood as soon as she walked in

I knew they were terribly mistaken

Life isn’t fair to everyone now, is it?