Ugly

And do they think I am oblivious to the truth?
Do they think that I am not aware of reality?  
Do they think I have no knowledge of my state of being?
That I am blind to beauty?

That I don’t belong among the pretties?
I wonder
Don’t they see I have eyes and a mind.
I have taste like no one ever had.
I know beauty.
I see it in every corner.
Every single minute my mind collides with truth.
Ugly truth.
Ugly ugly truth.
Do they think I do not wish to be blind?
To live in oblivion.
Oh, how I wish to live in oblivion.
How I wish to live in the unknown.
Is it not peculiar to have this state of mind?
Is my mind twisted and bent 
or broken, not able to be mended.
Is it too late to pick up the pieces and mould them together?
Or was there never a too late?
Has it always been doomed?
I wonder
How can it be, a human so flawed.
How does it exist, a human so childlike.
So outwardly flawed, so inwardly childlike.
Deformed and fearful. Abhorrent and shy.
Hideous and listless. Ugly and anxious.
I wonder
Does it ever change?
Does it ever become better?
Does it ever fade?
This feeling.
This ugly feeling.
This ugliness.
I wonder
Never ending question through my mind.
Too many question, too less quiet. 
I never ask myself, why me?
I never wonder.


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Author's Note

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Reviews

[The Iron Horseman]

A very sad but very accurate depiction of human perception. Well done.
Two lines are a little mangled:
Is my mind twisted and bend
or broken, not able to be mend.
should read:
'Is my mind twisted and bent
or broken, not able to be mended.'
Keep up the good work.

[Quiettlove]

Ah, thank you so much for your valuable feedback!
I really appreciate it! :)

[The Iron Horseman]

You're welcome.