Ugly

You can say I am pretty

I can believe you

But I will never be pretty

When I look in the mirror

I can see my shiny golden brown hair

My perfect complexion

I can see a supermodel

But I see what is on the inside

A seething

Bloody

Griping

Depressing creature

My body is a mask

Covering the pain

I have kept it pristine

To make up for my ruined soul

I will always be ugly

I will never be that someone special

I will never be talked about

I will be long forgotten

I can never move on

The pain will still be there

The memories of all that was stolen

All I let them steal

My confidence

My life

My tears

My blood

My love

I will always be ugly

No matter how pretty I am

Author's Note

This makes more sense if you read my last two poems btw. Just saying...

Reviews

[Miguel]

Hi, Hannah. :) My name is Miguel. I just wanted you to know that you are really talented, especially for somebody your age! I read a bunch of your poems, but I felt especially compelled to give my opinion on this one. Pain and hurt do not make you ugly inside. If anything, they stand as a testament of strength and beauty if you can pull through. I think it's important to realize that the emotional scars that are left behind by sadness are actually beautiful, because if you can take time to look back at them, you will see them as badges that say, "I made it, and I am still standing". That is something to be proud of. That is inner beauty and strength. So my advice to you is to stay strong, whether or not the problems addressed in this poem are still happening or not. I can relate. Hold your chin high and embrace the hurt, because it can make you a better person. Structurally, still a very good poem. I like it. Good luck with whatever is ahead of you; keep writing!

[Brad Nugent]

This is not an ugly poem. Even if the subject matter is a bit dark, you write really well. Of course, I have to go backwards and read the last two now! Keep up the good work.

[NomNom]

Ammmmmazzzzing. Totally Deep.