dots riddle my face
for what looks like a game in a child's activity book
hiding from the world
feeling scarred and broke

these blemishes make up me
some are physical and most our mental
but still every one is so judgmental

they say society is ugly
then I must be society

i feel them stare as walk past
not wanting any moment to last

for every battle i win, a war awaits me
i see the beauty of the sun
just to watch the darkness of the night take over

confidence is key
but where's the lock

these blemishes make up me
some are physical and most our mental
but still every one is so judgmental

i wake up every morning to to rest again
dreading the hours to past
locked up in my own chain

getting called cute or hot
only lasts a moment
while i remember the ugly within