It's all I see. The bad, the bold, the beautiful. Where is the ugly? I walk in vain search for the face that makes me shy away in disgust, a smile that makes my eyes burn a searing pain and cry salty water. I walk or run whichever it was. The disgust, the paranoia, the ugly are no where to be found, I cannot see it. The others walk as in peace of mind, as if they have already come to close realization of where they might be found! I cannot find it! I panic. Will no one show me? And I ask and I beg and I plead to be heard, for my questions to be answered! But they only glance down and walk away shyly. I fall to my knees and let the gavel sink into my skin. If I cannot find the ugly, then the ugly is me. The disgust, the paranoia is me? The pathetic? Yes, the pathetic is me.... The pathetic had always been me.
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