I've seen the ugliest girl in the world.
She had wrinkled pale skin.
She had purple lids so vile.
She had hair flailing everywhere.
She had eyes so dull and dead.
She had teeth so yellow and gross.
She had finger nails so long and dirty.
She had a smile so crooked and icky.
She wore braces over those begotten fangs.
She wore glasses to cover up her shade.
She wore tattered clothes from the surplus.
She wore slippers with strapless straps.
Everyday, she'd walk up to me.
She'd even stop and smile at me.
She doesn't understand I hate her.
She doesn't understand how gross she just was.
She was the ugliest girl in all of the worlds.
But when she smiled at me, that one night I was alone.
She looked like the angel
I once saw before.
Underneath the moonlight, she uttered
words so simple yet so beautiful.
She told me that nothing now matters,
there's just only us and Him alone.
I smiled at her wearily.
She didn't look ugly at all.
Slowly helping me up,
I fell and woke from my dazed dream.
At the hospital, there I realized.
That the ugliest girl in all of the world,
was not she.
But the society that deemed her to be.
She was not the ugliest girl in all of the worlds.
Because she bears the voice that saved my soul.
From the despair and cruelty
I've once encountered before.
