Ugly Duckling Chronicles: Windows to Her Soul

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.”

-Miss Piggy

So I originally wrote this poem in April of 2008. My Junior year of high school. So ya’ll already know that I was still in the awkward phase. Dealt with a lot of insecurities. A lot of thoughts about whether or not I was good enough, pretty enough, smart enough, etc…. And the only way I escaped these thoughts and feelings was through church, music and writing poetry.

Behind her dark brown eyes

are unshed tears she dare not cry.

people fail to realize,

that she is ALSO victimized.

Not enough $$  in the world could buy

true happiness.

Pure bliss.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

but what if beauty doesn’t seem to hold her?

Look into her eyes. Windows to the soul.

what will you see? An abyss. A black hole

What is it that controls

This life as a whole?

Do the eyes define.

Good? bad? Fine line?

emotions confined.

Do emotions combine?

Give her a sign.

When will things align?

Do her brown orbs see love at 1st sight.

Will the lovers intertwine like tails of a kite.

Taking flight.

In the night.

Yea they just might,

Be tight for life.

Raindrops of the eyes fall only for things dear.

Like a waterfall, they descend, every single tear.

Too many. Can’t see clear.

Each one exposing her fears.

Look into her crystal balls. Dig deep 2 feel what she feels.

Analyze the stinging pain. Finally you know that it’s real.

A look at life and she tries to cry.

But all that comes is a long deep sigh.

She’s on the outside looking in and she has a window seat.

It’s an ok view she can see a lot of scenery.

But I’d trade any day.

Just for a day.

To see ME as YOU see me.

Do you see, DIFFERENTLY?

Let me know. O please O please!!!


Lots of pain. Lots of loneliness.  Lots of introversion. No Affirmation. I really think it’s important to tell people how you see them. Good, bad, or indifferent. With tact of course. It can really be a catalyst to growth, self-awareness, and self love.  I also think its important to ask for that. And I think this poem did that. Only thing is….no body even really knew that was what I wanted…

But yet and still, the Glow up is real…

“Glow Up (v.) – To go from the bottom to the top to the point of disbelief. An incredible transformation.” – Urban Dictionary

This ugly duckling has definitely turned into a swan baby! Still struggle with some insecurities, but I’m low key poppin’!

Back then they didn’t want me, BUT NOW….

….they REALLY still don’t

Be Encouraged. Yea, some days you may feel like the ugly duckling, but it gets better at some point……eventually…one day….trust me…

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The Ugly Duckling

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Ugly Duckling Chronicles: It’s Not You, It’s Me

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