Look At Me

Look at me.
Not at my face or my alleged beauty.
Look into the depths of who I am.
Read the funereal story that is my truth.
Can you see the ugliness and
the merciless solitude,
both taunting me like a foe?
I've been oppressed by an anchor of sadness.
I'm angry, frustrated and alone.
Discard your superficial esthetics
and observe me with your heart.
Only then will you know my pain and my potency.
My resolve and my demise.
My heart has died a hundred deaths, but still
I manage to rise.
I’m an amalgamation of contradictions
and my soul is imperfectly pure.
You’ll see all of this and so much more,
if you will only take the time to look at me,
and love me inspight of myself.