Phantom Thoughts

A face, hidden from the world.
A scarred deformity.
He was never loved.
People drew back in fear at the sight of his face.
Poor Angel of Music!
Never loved, nor shown compassion.
I will be a brave soul to teach you love,
The greatest joy in the world.
Love is not on the outside.
The inside is what truly matters;
Your soul, most pure.
You shall overcome your deformity,
Do it with love.
Not hate or murder,
Nor blood spilt on your account.