Pocketful of Ugly Souls

I was made to love what no one else would.

“Nobody can love me” it cried

“Even so, I would like to know the feeling”

If that is the case then my job is

To love anyone nobody loves

Some days I find a bitter soul

Wedged between the sidewalk cracks

Using my thumb and index finger

I tuck it into my front pocket

I was born to like what the world names ugly

Because somebody has gotta do it

At least someone

Looks good on my resume anyway

Lines drawn beneath the eyes

Dark stains spilled across the face

I will love that still, no matter

Scar cut beneath the chin

Even acne, you name it

I will love that still, no matter

I take pride at what I collected

Blob fish and a kiwi bird without wings

Forgotten toons and okapi

Snuggled warm inside my front pocket

“I want someone to love who I am”

No problem, my service is free for all

“Impossible, I hate myself so much”

Who cares, just doing my assignment

It's an easier task than you might think

I don't get paid but not in it

For some money

Maybe I just feel lonely too

Rude, looking down on me

Nothing but a hot temper

I will love that still no matter

Torn, dependent on whoever

Lying back every time

I will love that still no matter

No regrets after crime

Killing me slowly over again

I will you love still no matter

Weak, pathetic and angry

Not knowing what love looks like

I will love you still no matter

Even if you hate me...