Curse of Effort

Why is ugly, ugly? Maybe things are not As bad as they seem Could it be because we are frustrated Things are not the way we dreamt As you get older Learn to control your temperature Become your own mentor This means more than it does now Or more than it once did Me, Myself I seem to pursue all with doubt With flanky obstacles I continue to flirt Thy curse of effort The diversity Between things you like and dislike You dislike it so much You no longer can stand to look upon it As I am hideous for this bland explanation People become ugly For they are not who or what we Perceive them to be A smile that could feed the starving The irony in how happiness Became a dying thought In this ever flourishing garden So why is ugly, ugly? Simply because it is not the picture We look to see Ugly is not beautiful But it’s all lovely