The Ugliest, Most Beautiful Girl

my style is a cover for how ugly i feel any love I give myself I got at a steal from compliments I don't believe of pretty things I can't perceive I've deceived myself about emotions I indulge in others some devour my devotion I'm left with a notion of neglect that I reflect upon I brought it upon myself to defect starting dawn I'm spawned from sensitivity but my activities roar of reason I'm a sored season of all weathers please I tell my mirror I'm not ready for all my capable feathers I fly broken winged I belch out passioned sings still I'm motionless in emotional things I long to bring me to a compromising balance instead of despising my very flaws and talents because I will always just have all that I am I want to love myself once again -B. Maxine