Ugliness

A whisper breaks the quiet night
A nudge from subtle hands-
Voices swish and swirl around
And calculate and plan

I stare into my mourning eyes,
As morning burns down to noon,
And pass the rolling world around
Alone inside my gloom

I stare at the face she blessed me with
But, broken, I do confound
Beauty with an ugliness
And in this 'loss', I drown

I hate the things I cannot change
My nose, my hair, my face
I plot and plan myself, all day
An escape from my disgrace

Oh, I can be a peach for a while
But alas, I always decay:
One voice, one whisper, a nudge from Them
Relapses my old ways

It's sad, this world we struggle through
Because never should a little kid
Grow up to hate the way they smile
Or curse the color of their skin