Ugly

The constant feeling of hatred and resentment

Was all I could muster those days.

A prettier smile was only what I would ask in my prayers.

Eyeing girls with the perfect bodies from a side gaze, 

My own thoughts to me had become a maze.

Why did this matter?

Why did this make my day crush and clatter?

Spending hours in front of the mirror, only to walk away with a defeat.

Hiding the tears which welled up finally had me beat.

With my gaze low, I used to walk,

Bottling my feelings with a cork.

Why did this matter?

Why did this make my day crush and clatter?

Numbness was all that I felt,

Cause of all the secrets I kept.

The courage to smile was lost,

My warm heart had turned to frost.

Why did this matter?

Why did this make my day crush and clatter?

Stop!

"I don't deserve this!" I stated.

Is this why I was created?

Beauty is not my strength,

But failure was not what this meant.

That's why it mattered

Self-doubt made my day crush and clatter.

This is me.

A secret-filled sea.

With finally the courage to smile

And a glowing warm heart sensed from away a mile.