Maggot

Maggot
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Ugly me, ugly you
Why I don’t look good as they do
Tied, tired but still tried
Pitied you as often others do

Laugh as they do
Spit as they will
Conceal and obscure
For I envy so will

Blame him blame them
For fate doesn’t change
Let me die, let me die
For prayers seem unheard

Let me wear a mask
Let me wear a cask
For desires cut like a blade
Too deep and unseen

Caterpillars or maggots
Finally transformed
Prince and goddess
Finally they rule

Pretend like they never grow
Fame and beauty they show
For love they never chew
Pity you, shame on you

And for sorrow they always know
Deep inside you always do
It’s the real you
And the ugly me





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