My Ugly Face
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The collaboration has finally been put together! Thank you to everyone who participated! I'd suggest reading this all the way to the end. Credits will be in the comments.

My Ugly Face

I wake up in the morning and I look into the mirror.

I wake up in the morning and I look into the mirror. I see what's staring back and I get a tinge of fear.

I wake up in the morning and I look into the mirror. I see what's staring back and I get a tinge of fear. "I can't go outside looking like that!" I think in total panic.

I wake up in the morning and I look into the mirror. I see what's staring back and I get a tinge of fear. "I can't go outside looking like that!" I think in total panic. "My face just looks grotesque, and my hair is just manic!"

I squint my eyes and peer again

I squint my eyes and peer again looking for some slight improvements;

I squint my eyes and peer again looking for some slight improvements; instead, confronted by a sight pretty tragic

I squint my eyes and peer again looking for some slight improvements; instead, confronted by a sight pretty tragic I'm going to need more than a sprinkling of magic.

I stare at the ogre and it stares back at me;

I stare at the ogre and it stares back at me; It grins and desires to be free.

I stare at the ogre and it stares back at me; It grins and desires to be free. What I see in the mirror I must never let through

I stare at the ogre and it stares back at me; It grins and desires to be free. What I see in the mirror I must never let through I fear the damage to my world it could do.

My locks now portraying the dreads of Medusa’s snakes

My locks now portraying the dreads of Medusa’s snakes And having the layout of a highway, with sudden breaks.

My locks now portraying the dreads of Medusa’s snakes And having the layout of a highway, with sudden breaks. With the low and high mountains painting all of my face,

My locks now portraying the dreads of Medusa’s snakes And having the layout of a highway, with sudden breaks. With the low and high mountains painting all of my face, No amount of makeup could erase even a single trace.

The stress of looks,

The stress of looks, take a toll,

The stress of looks, take a toll, do I really need to hide?

The stress of looks, take a toll, do I really need to hide? The stories of beauty and the beast,

The stress of looks, take a toll, do I really need to hide? The stories of beauty and the beast, were they all lies?

Yet despite all my features,

Yet despite all my features, I know am much more than those ruptures,

Yet despite all my features, I know am much more than those ruptures, Everybody can't be handsome,

Yet despite all my features, I know am much more than those ruptures, Everybody can't be handsome, At least I am not Monster Fearsome...

People will make fun of me .

People will make fun of me . They all call me fat and ugly.

People will make fun of me . They all call me fat and ugly. But sadly, I can't help but agree.

People will make fun of me . They all call me fat and ugly. But sadly, I can't help but agree. Imperfection's all I see.

People will make fun of me . They all call me fat and ugly. But sadly, I can't help but agree. Imperfection's all I see. I don't know how to fix it,

People will make fun of me . They all call me fat and ugly. But sadly, I can't help but agree. Imperfection's all I see. I don't know how to fix it, and the others laugh with glee.

I hate myself and what I've become

I hate myself and what I've become Still, she loves me for who I am

I hate myself and what I've become Still, she loves me for who I am The one bringing forth my light

I hate myself and what I've become Still, she loves me for who I am The one bringing forth my light Despite hardened shell knows my heart

I hate myself and what I've become Still, she loves me for who I am The one bringing forth my light Despite hardened shell knows my heart Our bond drives away darkness

I hate myself and what I've become Still, she loves me for who I am The one bringing forth my light Despite hardened shell knows my heart Our bond drives away darkness A promise for the future so bright.

I couldn’t just go back into my fleece covered ocean

I couldn’t just go back into my fleece covered ocean For my enthusiasm is on its knees to frantically pray.

I couldn’t just go back into my fleece covered ocean For my enthusiasm is on its knees to frantically pray. So as my mind and heart try to put a plan to motion,

I couldn’t just go back into my fleece covered ocean For my enthusiasm is on its knees to frantically pray. So as my mind and heart try to put a plan to motion, My body looks to me and says, “Today isn’t the day.”

I reach for the needle, my mind lulls back into a riddle.

I reach for the needle, my mind lulls back into a riddle. "When you look at me I tell no lie. I show the beauty in you, but not what's inside."

I reach for the needle, my mind lulls back into a riddle. "When you look at me I tell no lie. I show the beauty in you, but not what's inside." I brush it aside and steady my grip

I reach for the needle, my mind lulls back into a riddle. "When you look at me I tell no lie. I show the beauty in you, but not what's inside." I brush it aside and steady my grip Prickle the bastard, send it to sleep.

I start to think about the faces of others,

I start to think about the faces of others, I often notice some proper counters.

I start to think about the faces of others, I often notice some proper counters. I don't know what's the others are lucky,

I start to think about the faces of others, I often notice some proper counters. I don't know what's the others are lucky, But actually, with my face, I am not happy.

They are walking down, and walking up,

They are walking down, and walking up, Thinking about something's else, to climb up.

They are walking down, and walking up, Thinking about something's else, to climb up. I want to destroy myself, I don't like myself.

They are walking down, and walking up, Thinking about something's else, to climb up. I want to destroy myself, I don't like myself. Due to the pretty down with my face.

I want to hear, I want to feel, I want to think,

I want to hear, I want to feel, I want to think, I want to live without the thoughts of my literally feet.

I want to hear, I want to feel, I want to think, I want to live without the thoughts of my literally feet. But I can't, I can't really do, I can't avoid,

I want to hear, I want to feel, I want to think, I want to live without the thoughts of my literally feet. But I can't, I can't really do, I can't avoid, If I'll speak with people, they'll say something wrong.

THE END

What a success! This collaboration was amazing! Sadly, I've been stuck with a complete lack of motivation to do anything, so it took me a long time to get this done. But those days are over! I'm picking myself up off the ground and starting to write again.

So to help motivate me, I'm making another collaboration! I'm putting it at the end of this collaboration because I'd like to start off small again before I do another massive collaboration. Basically, I didn't expect people to read this far into this post once the poem was done.

The theme, something positive, will be "endurance" to honour the fact that you endured this post all the way to page 61 so far! Give yourself a massive pat on the back! Following will be the first stanza. Continue it in the comments, and I will take all of the stanzas from the comments and put them in a word document. Enjoy!

I won't give up or fake it, I won't be a pretender. I know that I can make it. I know that I'm not tender. The tough times are done. They're just a thing to remember. And as a wise man said, "Never give up. Never surrender."

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