this one didn’t really turn out
or did it?
i feel this way sometimes
i sincerely have spent my life
but then i look at my children
& i wonder
how ugly can i be
if i have made
such beautiful babies?
when i look in the mirror, sometimes i see a beautiful person & think i’m the bee’s knees…but still i consider myself one of the ugly ones because of how i am seemingly received by the general public. it’s like my art & writings. i love them…but often it feels as if no one else does.
& sometimes it just feels like everything i do is ugly.
except for my kids. they’re beautiful.