Unpretty Pride

This is the perfect time.

To say to you..

That my life is a hurtful design.

Upon approach I’m cloaked with a face that tells you I’m fine.

Like somehow my fart is a dart of unbothered sunshine.

What’s worse…

Is that I’m cursed by time,

To live in the confines of this dirty mind.

Who am I when hard work is combined with a quivering spine?

I’m a man too!

Well, once you sweep away the grime.

You let the door slam on face, disrespecting my cool-guy pace,

My heart raced

As you walked off with grace.

And then I knew…

No one could see me.

Because I had no face in this sunken place.