crumpled piece of hope

I think,this is what I was made for.

To be exiled.

Because I am a hideous,deformed human being.

I remembered,that day,my mother whispered sweet nothings for me.

That I was the best,I was the number one,I was-.

She doesn't even want to look me right in the eye now.

Because of this flawed face.

Because of this deformed human being.

She doesn't even call me Taeyeon anymore.

I am hiding behind the shades of other people,behind the crowds.

I am exiled from the society,because of the way I look.

Committing good deeds in the past,was never worth it.

Even when this scar was made because of it,no one pays respect for me.

Perhaps,perhaps I was being too humble,too humble to expose my identity as a saviour.

I lost my name,I lost my family,I lost my soul,

But,I found it as a really good thing,too.

I realize,I was not living.

I was too busy dreaming for something ahead of me.

I was too worried of the possibilities of me,falling down.

Because I was too afraid to stand up.

I was always a coward like that.

I even surprised how could I have the guts to save her.

I doubt a superfluous lad like her,would come to seek me.

Well,she does.

She doesn't flinch when she saw me,she doesn't twitch her her eyes when she saw me.

She smiles at me.

It was so beautiful.

Not because she is,but because it's been a long time since a person smiles at me.

Because my dog does.

Her smile is so sincere,so earnest,so filled of hope,and gratitude.

And she envelopes me in warmth that