Haruka Toku Ni

Ugly

We wonder of the eyes that seek,

And the skin that reflects.

What do you see in skin,

To call it ugly?

What do you hear?

To know if someone is ugly?

To know if something is ugly?

Does it make you shiver with fear?

Does it make you scream a hollow night?

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As we evolve through life,

Our eyes will become numb with pictures...

And we will pretend to be Idols,

Who believe to have the right to judge...

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But I can't speak for all.

I can't tell a flower not to grow thorns.

I can't tell a rabbit not to hide from the sun.

As I walk upon the small world,

I see people's eyes turn into a spear.

They pierce the heart,

As it bends into a wicked magnet.

While the mind collects sheer emotions,

Made of painted shadows.

As I cry and assume on the inside,

The people also frown upon it.

But it isn't because of the shape,

It's because of me.

When we are down in the sand,

It is hard to see the sun.

And even though its there,

We believe it not to be when we are negative.

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It is important to know,

That ugliness lies in the mind.

Everything is mental,

Not physical.

I've seen people the size of humpbacks,

Capture a lion or lioness.

The shape of you,

Doesn't fold your story.

If you allow your weakness to be a weakness,

Then it will weaken your weapon...

But to turn weakness into strength,

Will turn any form of malice into wings,

Made of gold and diamonds.

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Allow yourself to cry and heal;

Detox the bones,

And when the windows are clear

You will shout a new symphony.

One that is unlike the rest.

It will be the most attractive thing in the world.

It will be you.