Beauty Or Ugly?
I look out my window
at the perfect sunset
but see nothing
as my heart is breaking.
Everything that was once beautiful
is now dreadfully repulsing
as all the light in my world is gone,
ripped from me in a horrid way.
I look out my window
at the kids playing
and envy them.
I'm only a kid,
why can't I be happy and carefree
like them?
Copyright © Brooke Clark | Year Posted 2010
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