What is ugliness?
Is it what's on the outside,
Every mark or pimple,
It doesn't take much to feel it,
It doesn't take long to be convinced you are ugly.
But ugliness isn't in the outside,
My dear friends it's in the inside.
That dark dreary and hate-filled soul,
It's what's truly ugly in this world.
In spite everybody forsaken thing in this world,
It is the soul itself that is the most ugliest thing.
It is said beauty is everything,
But does it matter if your beautiful in the outside
Than disgustingly ugly in the inside.
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My Poems
PoetryOkay I made poems that are somewhat dark and maybe sad sometimes but I was really in the zone when I was writing it. And if you ever felt this way or agree I just want to say be strong. And don't get that sappy mood. Oh and if you plagiarize I will...
