The Ugly Within

 All around me is hapiness,
While I'm stuck in loneliness...sadness.
But are those smiling faces truly happy?
Or are they masks put on to hide the beings within?...

I no longer wear the mask,
The mask of fakeness.
I see right through the beauty,
And what I find is ugly....

But its pure, its trueness,
Instead of beautiful fakeness.
Why would anyone want to be something unreal,
Beauty is only real to the eyes.

And eyes are decieving......

Therefore, I shall stay ugly.
And for all you mask wearers,
You may not agree, but just ask yourself----


Can ugly be pretty?