My Beauty Vs. My Ugly

My beauty is an enemy to my ugly.
She smiles so brightly.
Blinding the viewer from her twin.
Approaching ever so lightly.
But, that's the thing about my beauty.
She can't hide my ugly for long.
Because my ugly will scream and shout.
Needing to be heard.
Mouth wide ready to yell.
Yet...
My beauty shuts the door.
Slamming the wooden board so hard
That it shakes my ugly into silence.
Still.
Still my ugly tries every time to be seen.
Peaking through the windows in hopes someone will see her.
Understand the pain that she is.
Feel the desperation to be beautiful like here twin.
My ugly is a sin to my beauty.
All that she is isn't without the reflection.
An image looking back at her.
One smiling.
One crying.
Both hurting.
So hurt to the point neither can decide who is who.
Am I ugly? Or am I beautiful?