The Bad, the Ugly, and Desired Beauty

My heart never full;

Always being broken and taped together

by these fools who roam my school's halls,

never thinking with their heads.

Why am I always stupid,

carelessly falling for monsters?

Maybe because I'm a monster myself.

Underneath all of the politeness and warmth,

there is a cold, broken, and angry soul;

Waiting to be released

but in solitary confinement

Because no one shall see this ugly,

masked by this perceived beauty.

In one second, this monster can come out,

Shocking anyone who knows me

I've seen a lot of ugly

But I want beauty.

Maybe that's why I'm still sane

I'm working on a lot of things,

Getting better day after day, 

Until the ugly is gone,

and all that's left is serenity.

Beauty within myself is all I want.