Apprehension
I ask, "Am I so unsightly?"
From where I sit I see
Surrounded by this nightly
On the verge of misery
And closer still are those
Who say I am, not beautiful
But neither am I ghastly
To think oneself as suitable
I'm ill advised, but lastly,
Should readiness to tell me lies
To be exception to the rule?
Who've shown, that appearance-wise
Critical reflection can be cruel.
Copyright © Titus Llewellyn | Year Posted 2007
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