don't love me for my nice;
love me for my ugly
love me when I transform
into a monster
with the power to
drown everyone with
my tears
love me when I have
claws as my tongue,
even when the words I say
might stab your heart
love me when I lose control,
and start staring at you
with my crazy eyes;
the kind you experience
when hurt is in your sight
I wasn't ugly before;
rather my nice couldn't
mask itself any longer,
and decides that it is best
to let loose by destroying itself,
leaving room for nothing else
but whatever niceness that's left.
it's sad to not be loved when you're ugly, and only wanted when you're nice