Seeing True, Seeing Deep

The world was an ugly place, full of bland perfection, but I saw beauty in decay-a dead pigeon, a cracked wall.

Everyone else called my unique perception disgusting; it cost me my job at the bakery for finding art in a burnt loaf.

Now, an eviction notice on my door threatened to take my apartment, pushing me to the brink of despair.

Why was my genuine appreciation for the world' s true textures met with such revulsion, forcing me into a corner for simply seeing differently?