I don't know beauty
Like others do
I feel only pain
And that is true
I write how I feel
Is it a ******* crime?
The anguish is so real
I feel it in my mind
Racing thoughts are a sign
That I'll be forever lost
To this page of life

I ******* can't stand myself
It hurts to find no beauty

I wallow in self-pity
The torment hits me hard
I grieve over my being
Being a ******* human
I want the perfectness
So I can be right in the world's eye
But all I ******* see in the mirror
Is distaste from the cracks of imperfections
And I waste away in the sunlight
Waste away at night
A tragic feeling from a lunatic
Can I find beauty in pain
Or is it all just a ******* waste