Ugly Mass of A Being

Why do you look at me like that?

Do you think you are better than me?

You stare as if to scorn. 

You scuff as if to say,

"You ugly mass of a being."

Your Chanel purse fits perfectly 

Into your small, perfectly manicured hands.

That dress is like skin

Emphasizing your perfect figure.

Your face seems untouched and unscarred

By the curse of adolescent acne

Your beauty is not because of, 

But enhanced by the makeup you wear. 

Your long, slender legs 

Seem to reach miles infront of you

As you walk swiflty past me

To avoid my touch, my smell,

My presence.

I am ugly to you.

You fail to see however

The ugliness that overpowers you beauty.

You are full of scars and flaws 

In your character. 

The dress, the shoes, the purse, 

The makeup, the hair

Is nothing

Without a positive character.

So who is ugly?

It is you. 

You ugly mass of a being.