I am ugly.
A hideous exterior.
I am ugly.
All my life, I've felt inferior.
I am ugly, no one wanted me.
Living in isolation has been my guilty glee,
I am ugly
I do not have a story,
My mind is a haze, probably not content with its wielder,
Father left, mother said I didn't need her,
They say there is beauty beneath the beast,
To say the least, that could just be self appreciation,
I am a forbidden creation,
Nights upon nights I tried to end my very being,
Became a surface for the guillotine,
The tears would never cease, I can hear the mockery, even in the evening breeze.
I have no friends, save for the voice in the back of my head.
It whispers that I'm beautiful instead,
That I'm graced with a heart of green and with words of silver,
Says I should look up to Him, as my redeemer.
Then, only then will I not wither.
He says I'm worthy, I'm destined for the outworldly.
"You're not ugly"
"You are hidden beneath the earthly expectations of beauty"
They even call the demons pretty.
You are not a mistake, you are the fruit of my duty.
Elohim's child, in you I will always abide.
Let this always linger in the back of your mind,
No seed truly grows until it dies,
The real truth becomes important in the very presence of lies.