The Symbol of A Shattered Life

I Am Ugly

I am ugly

I am ugly, and yet I want to be beautiful.

Is it so wrong to desire such a thing?

Broken teeth form a broken heart,

For the smile that I own is so corrupt

No one would kiss me,

Nor lay in my bed

To warm me during the cold nights

My appearance is ugly,

Which tainted my once beautiful heart

Others have forsaken me,

Which led to the darkness accompanying me

Instead of the shining light

How can I regain my long-lost beauty?

I am hideous,

But everyone still had the nerve to say

"There's someone out there for everyone"

When I had loved you,

You shot my heart with looks of disgust

They still cut me up whenever I think of love.

You were not the first, however,

But you may be the last

I tore my heart open

Just to find what little hope could possibly remain within it

I was always asked

"Will you ever get married?"

And to that, I say

"If I could, but only if I were beautiful."

I am ugly.

What I want is not only the beauty that rests within

But the external smile that shines brightly once more

Without the broken teeth that carelessly chip away at my heart.