Friday, February 16, 2018


This bitter tasting part of me
hangs like a stone around my neck
This clown that prowls my thoughts
Like a belligerent speck
In my head everyone is ugly
If I see inside their heads
Consumed by their own greed and jealousy
Am I any different?
Maybe in their head
I am ugly, too
And while we play these mind games
Time is ticking and tocking away
Would I still be ugly tomorrow
If I were ugly yesterday?

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