Intrigue

The world loves thing that are interesting and peculiar. Two things that I am not. Born in a ugly state lived in damaged skin. My eyes cannot behold it. I've done wrong. I know. It's beauty. Honestly, It's ugly. The world is ugly. You are ugly to me and I am to myself. I don't like what I've become. It's suffocating really.

What you think is beautiful is... Trash to me. I have not yet found true beauty. I know I've done wrong. I don't deserve these bones. Burn them along with my skin. It's ugly. I'm ugly. As the truth is too. All of it. You can't cry like me or share my fears.
You can't hurt like me or feel my heart stop. 

It's the truth.
It's ugly too. Like me.