Senin, 27 Oktober 2014

The Ugly Truth


Feeling so awfully ugly
Each day consumed by lonely
Friended by nobody
Life is dark and gloomy
Finding ways to be happy
But unloved is what I be
I wasn't born pretty 
All is look what they see
That flattered their vanity
Their laughs irritate me
No. I am not angry
Instead, I envy actually
Why are people blinded by beauty?
Then where on Earth my place'll be?
Not that I beg for sympathy
I need an answer, desperately
Maybe this world just doesn't need me
That's the truth I have to deal with
And yet, the truth is ugly, like me.

By, Me


Sorry I exist