I Am Ugly
I did it. I did it!I fooled them all
into thinking that
I'm wonderful.
Pure and pleasant,
a porcelain doll,
beaming and regal,
a beauty tall.
They think me bright,
a delight and wise.
They build me up,
think I'm a prize.
They see not my
sleight of hand;
know not the hidden,
unsightly strands.
The fools. They think
it's metaphor,
this talk of my
exterior.
Disappointed
I know they'd be
upon complete
bare scrutiny.
I shroud my shame
in mystery,
hoping no one
will uncover me.
I am ugly,
really truly.
How could I think
someone could love me?
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