Creatures Of The Uglies Poem by Penolope Starsky

I am not loved for i have hated
I am not pretty for i am ugly
my most two favorite talents which i once thought that i was good at was the opposite
I am talentless, gifted less, and loveless
everyone in my family thinks I'm ugly
the first word i am called ugly
no one loves me except for God
but in this cruel, cruel world i am a splinter
a stick out sore thumb
a loser
a burden to others
each day when i go to school i put on an act, a fake smile to shield away my pain, my friends think I'm perfect but deep inside of my soul i am caged, bottled inside searching for a slightest hint of sunlight and swallowing whole of it
i am a lost creature, a lost soul who has been devour by the darkness and choked by its own tears
i am unwanted
no human would ever love me
i thought i knew what love was until it turned sour on me
i am a creature who is thirsty for love and care
but no one not one living soul would ever want me because i am a creature of ugly