Ugly

I look at myself whether in the mirror or the ocean

In the store front glass

My reflection is not something I care to view

But I can't stop staring 

No matter what you say or think 

I keep glaring, no blinks 

My eyes only caring 

About a figure and a reflection skewed   

In fashion's shadow and within sight of the fish that pass

The color hazel's potion 

Entrances and views me disfigured at my mind's censure

Blind I wish I was, my sight is sore

And fatigued because my uniform view ugly 

A sight that tortures and constrains

I'm cuffed to the mirror's image 

Glowering distorts the ocean's waves, I have to endure

The storefront's view of my face's gore

Must be

Within these vain and ominous chains

I grimace

My eyes label my heart

I'm not beautiful