I wrote this poem a while ago, and the more I thought about it, the more it reminded me of Edward and they he would think of himself. He knows people perceive him one way, and then the way he knows they should perceive him. Its short and a one shot, but non-the-less, it's very Edward.

ENJOY!

The sun is bright and shining in,
But the glass of the window is cool
From here the world is a perfect place
But the harsh winter outside is cruel

The day would be a beautiful time
But there isn't a bird's song sung
From this view point it is fine
But there isn't a single flower sprung

The sun is bright and the sky is blue
Perfection is what it seems to portray
But why then, if it so great
Do all people seem to stay away?

From here it is easy to see the good.
But take a step outside to truly see
The cold sun is only for show
This perfection isn't really what is seems to be

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