My Albatross

The cross you have to bear, before all human race
This burden that takes you to an aching disgrace
It appears in your eyes, people should tolerate
Since what makes you different, it is them that create

That striking shell of yours, acclaimed by those only
Who detect your talent, and diagnose your folly
Uncommon personage, lit by typical grief
A global misery divided through beliefs

Our sky-high dementia may forbid us to stand
Yet it outweighs the sense which forces them to bend
A crippled bird you are, mutilated Narcisse
In beauty you disguise the foulness you dismiss

Your feathers spread so wide, they let everything slide
As they solely hold on, to drops of a high tide

And no chains of silver can match the lines you cross
Therefore who could follow the paths in which you walk?
And no ache could compare to the depths of your loss
Bored with indifference, abandoned Albatross