My Soul Is Beautiful...But I'M..... Poem by Andrew Matthews

I'm so very tired with the same old
Believing I have a soul
When it's already been sold.

I still own it...but not on my own terms
Life's always been on borrowed time
As sure as tablets multiply like macroscopic germs.

We all live we all die...natural and sad but never pointless...never.
Like the bum who looks at himself in a mirror..and never sees himself
Vanity is like depression, it's never happy...it's never happy.

Beauty is sometimes only skin deep, as is Uglyness.
By all accounts the Elephant Man had a beautiful soul
And none but a few ever knew it.