“Fallaciously Unique”

This is not just my hand ablaze; this is my zeal, my worth, and everything that innately shapes who I am, flaming within an abyss of a cruel waxy world that does not try to recognise my potential for what it truly is.

This is my nature trying to deflect the pain of any fire, only to get burnt so vividly from a capricious candle that just wants to ground me between its dripping lines.

This is my skin scorched on account of a wax seal that was imposed with a wrong impression.

This is me once wishing for the care of that specific candle, only to later realise the irony behind my ignorance of its heated nature.

This is my skin raging from the candle's trial of burning me in the same manner of anyone else, yet refusing.

This is me wishing to be a candle one day, just to be gentle on any already scarred élan I touch.