The blood and the scars washed away in the rain

     Only to come back again and again

A blind woman beside herself

Afraid to let go of the hate

     Tormenting her soul with a lifetime of grief

     Holding tight to the void as her only belief

     Steeling her heart in the night like a thief

Not seeing her own blinding beauty

Gone deaf to her very own strength

     Trained by others to misread her worth

     A lady misled from the hour of her birth

     A lifetime of wisdom inside to unearth

Perhaps I see different than others

A life owed is a powerful debt

     But when I look into the depths of her eyes

     I see Princess Genius there, in deep disguise

     And this mask of self-hatred is all I despise