Adams Poems

Ugly

I can't deal with this anymore
Everytime I breath it feels like my heart is being suffocated by sharp thorns on a black rose
Everytime I blink it feels like tiny pieces of glass scraping my pupil
Whenever I move
My body creaks and cracks as the vines and moss slide off my body
I cover my spots with long T-shirs and tight shorts
I throw expired box died hair in a messy bun
Pulling out two strands next to my red ears and two infront of my face
I put on toxic waist that burns away at my skin
But at least makes me look beautiful
When night comes I change out of my long T-shirt and tight shorts
I let the moss and vines crawl back over my body as I lay in my bed full of stuffed fabric with glass eyes and fuzzy pieces of cloth drapped over my pillows
I whipe off the toxic waist as I look at my reflection
I tell myself it's okay to feel ugly
As long as nobody else sees it
It's okay.

-Adam L Ventura