Poem - Ugly Artist

I'll forever be born as an artist

Never to perform as a muse

All my stomach does is twist

For my appearance doesn't amuse

It leaves me confused,

How my kindess is so inviting

Yet I'm so bruised

By the loneliness that leaves me startving

I look into my mirror,

Like in the old fairytale,

It couldn't have been clearer 

That I'll find mold in this bale

In their arms, I rest

I know I'll never be the best

Picking up the shards of my heart

It's as good as new as from the start

It doesn't matter

How many times my heart will shatter 

I'll pick up the pieces in an amusing way

And forever the artist I will stay.

Originally written 08/05/2024

Open to criticism