eyes that stare at me

Eyes that stare at me
Lamenting at my ugliness
No trace of beauty can be found
In the folds of such plain dress
But look deeper
Into the dark recesses of my mind
Search for beauty there
Perhaps that is what you will find
Beauty buried so deep
That it cannot blossom forth
Like the delicate rosebud
Never considered for all its worth
End this terrible tormenting
Stop insisting on what I must be
For all that comes is all I can give
And all I can give is me


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