I am ugly
I am unwanted and unloved
I am undesired
Nobody wants me and I don't blame them
My inner beauty scarred and hidden
No sympathy I've been given
I am ugly, unwanted, unloved, undesired
My reflection brings pain
No comfort, not even in the rain
Tears are my only true friend
I am ugly, unwanted, unloved, undesired
The burning bright light of hope
In my mind, a faint flicker
How am I to cope?
Life sure is a kicker
I am ugly, unwanted, unloved, undesired
I know it's true
It has defined my existance
From birth, it has gone the distance
Yet I feel I know the cause
The wretch of a body I was cursed with
I am ugly, unwanted, unloved, undesired
I am undesired
I am unloved and unwanted
I am ugly
How did you get to that conclusion?...
ReplyDeletePeople have to loves us for what we are, we are pretty in the inside if we are good person that should be enough.
If someone says to another how ugly you are to me that's making ugly her/his very soul that's the important matter in life non other, and if this is about a girl/boy thing someone had said to you(In high school girls used to call me ugly now that i look back then sure they made feel ugly but i managed to overcome that sensation, weird to say but music helped me out :3 , i would like to see their faces if those sorry girls would see me now :3, we change with time you know :3), i'm deeply sure you'll eventually find someone who will care for you as much as you care yourself Keep your head up and don't feel that way
I'm deeply sure someone out there must be cheering you up from the start...
Be well
Hugs and Kisses Alectra
I think there are many here who love you as yourself whatever ups and downs your are going through.
ReplyDeleteHugs, sissygurl belinda
I have to disagree with you Isobelle: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eAfyFTzZDMM
ReplyDeleteHope your negative feeling pass soon. I've been there myself, and probably will be again until I can afford to transition myself.
My Isobelle
ReplyDeletethe silent flutter resonating
in the depth of the night
the image beautiful
flowers.
and in the blinding light of day
that beauty always there
fades
as the distorted image at horizons;
definition I know
is not the worn cloth
but image beautiful
arriving at the morn'
alighting from the silent flutters
resonating in the night
is born
This speaks to me today, the art, the words, to emotion puts words to the jagged edges of what was once my heart...
ReplyDeleteas an artist/musician, there is no greater reward for the work you put out than to have it touch somebody or inspire somebody. thank you. :)
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