My ugliness is made from-

the ugly ducklings feathers,

the deep dark dirty pond,

the blunt pencil of doom,

the public bathrooms,

and the dog poo I stepped in.

I found ugliness-

trapped in the bully’s face,

guilty  in court,

sitting on the edge of a pimple,

and running away from beauty

My ugliness can-

kill the beauty in me,

guard the beauty in the world,

guard my heart,

and let me have a breakdown.

If I lost my ugliness-

my beauty would stand out to the world…