Uglies - ORIGINAL POEM

                                    

                                          
One ugly, two ugly, three and four,
Attached to my back, rotten to the core,
Horrid creatures they are, a sight of gore,
Been around a while, an utter eye sore,
                          
Five ugly, six ugly, seven, eight,
Oblivious yet soul-heavy until this date,
Uncertain of speech, left only with hate,
A friendship’s downfall marked by fate,
                          
Nine ugly, ten ugly, eleven, twelve,
Waters too murky, too deep to delve,
Uglies pull me under – their usual selves,
Marked as ‘later,’ my problems to shelve,
                          
Thirteen ugly, fourteen ugly, fifteen, sixteen,
Show me your uglies, I’ll show you what they mean,
Assurance you speak, a strong figure upon I lean,
Your presence divine, my soul feels more clean,
                          
Seventeen ugly, eighteen ugly, nineteen, twenty,
Uglies I learn to accept, there are uglies a plenty,
Uglies to count in each place, heart’s not-so-empty,
Uglies forgotten, their baggage endless and hefty.