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Array ( [sid] => 20880 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => my Ugly [time] => 2003-07-24 06:05:00 [hometext] => a rant. meant to be read, or rather, spoken, at a fast pace. the hatred and anger just keeping getting deeper. and at their root, is my Ugly. [bodytext] => i sit and scream
in my Ugly place
and tear strips of flesh
off my Ugly face

inside of my Ugly place
i think of Ugly things to do
others say Ugly things of me
but there's Ugliness inside them too

i sit inside my Ugly head
and whisper Ugly things to myself
i punch myself in the face
oh god, i think i need some help

i'm like a child
trying to be a good
i try to do the things
that i know i should

but the Ugliness inside is growing
try to hide it, but it's still showing
i can't change what i know i am
and i can't fight the urge to stab
faces & throats & backs & hearts
just wanna tear their worlds apart
they're Ugly too, but they can't see
that, inside they're monsters, just like me
they hide it well, they've hid it for years
their Ugly doesn't eat their fears
like mine does for me, a penitentiary
holds no special fear for me
so i keep stabbing, might as well
what's the difference between this life and a cell
i'll be imprisoned either way
sentenced to life or just day-to-day
my Ugly has become my obsession
it helps to distract from depression
it tells me to scar all things "pretty"
so that they'll be Ugly, just like me

my Ugly tells me what to do
and, one day, your Ugly will tell you too
that, as of now, there's Nothing Left
so stab your ***** self to death [comments] => 3 [counter] => 141 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
my Ugly

Contributed by Cancer on Thursday, 24th July 2003 @ 06:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



i sit and scream
in my Ugly place
and tear strips of flesh
off my Ugly face

inside of my Ugly place
i think of Ugly things to do
others say Ugly things of me
but there's Ugliness inside them too

i sit inside my Ugly head
and whisper Ugly things to myself
i punch myself in the face
oh god, i think i need some help

i'm like a child
trying to be a good
i try to do the things
that i know i should

but the Ugliness inside is growing
try to hide it, but it's still showing
i can't change what i know i am
and i can't fight the urge to stab
faces & throats & backs & hearts
just wanna tear their worlds apart
they're Ugly too, but they can't see
that, inside they're monsters, just like me
they hide it well, they've hid it for years
their Ugly doesn't eat their fears
like mine does for me, a penitentiary
holds no special fear for me
so i keep stabbing, might as well
what's the difference between this life and a cell
i'll be imprisoned either way
sentenced to life or just day-to-day
my Ugly has become my obsession
it helps to distract from depression
it tells me to scar all things "pretty"
so that they'll be Ugly, just like me

my Ugly tells me what to do
and, one day, your Ugly will tell you too
that, as of now, there's Nothing Left
so stab your ***** self to death




Copyright © Cancer ... [ 2003-07-24 06:05:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: my Ugly (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 24th July 2003 @ 08:32:43 AM AEST
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I really like this, it has a nice rhythm and real meaning.


Re: my Ugly (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Thursday, 24th July 2003 @ 11:19:51 AM AEST
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WOW!!!!
michelle


Re: my Ugly (User Rating: 1 )
by Saira on Thursday, 24th July 2003 @ 12:25:23 PM AEST
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Truly amazing write!! Good work!
Saira




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