Beauty Crowds

The ones I cherish and love Are my grotesque angels of the dark

Beauty crowds me until I die

I loathe it and its standards

I hate the beauty that others pride

The ugly ones, the ugly things

The misfits, rejects, freaks of the pack

Coarse and rough

Hardened, toughened, weary, strong

Grown in the dark, hidden in the shadows

Bullied, teased, belittled, hated

Those ones I cherish and love

My horrific, angelic nightmares of the dark

Their rough edges

How I long to caress and shower with kisses

Author's Note

In all honesty, I was thinking of a scarred character who was kept in the shadows because of their scar and grew to hate beautiful things and love the ugly things because he was "hideous" due to his scar. Honestly, there is beauty in everything regardless of what others think. It's very short, because half way to through I honestly had no idea what to write. So, please leave a review and tell me what you think