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UGLY DUCKLING
UGLY DUCKLING
The world's a wonderful mask
Of hope and love...but don't ask
Underneath it's only tripping and buckling
And I? It's ugly duckling
Tables turned and glasses broken
Dreams burnt and hopes shaken
Blinded sight- my loss
All boundaries I've crosses
I've dared to hope
But they cut the rope
I dared to fall
Curse them all
They leave me behind
And I'm lost. Desparately trying to find
But all I get is tripping and buckling
Because I? I am the ugly duckling
~eternitywhispers
Well, it certainly expresses
Well, it certainly expresses a sense of insecurity....I don't necessarily think ugly would be the word. On the other hand, if you open your mind to both sides of the world...now then you will see ugly. And you will see it some of the people judged to be the most beautiful. Ugly is a word whose definition is made by our own perception. I think you could have done a lot better than you did with this. ...but for pity's sake, and a better overall poem, I might think about changing the title...because it isn't really about being ugly, but "feeling" pitiful.
Btw, your poetry hardly mirrors ugly or pitiful ;-) happy holydays.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thankyou for your response
Thankyou for your response dear nightlight...i will definetly try to improve upon my writings and titles...thankyou ;)
Change The Title
Call it Self-Pity or Introspection. A poem about the essence of ugly hopefully does not apply to this poem and beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I'm clicheically told. Look in the mirror and see God. I'm old and beautiful and see God looking back. And there is nothing that he has made that is imperfect and unbeautiful. Satan included. I wish you peace.