The sadness of ugliness

The painting on the wall,

is totally useless to me,

ugliness shines out of it,

my soul does not glow.

I feel sorry,

for this painting,

since someone must have made it

from the soul, from the heart,

and here I am , disliking it,

and I really feel sorry I do,

for this ugly creation,

and actually, I know that

nothing is really ugly.

I am a monster

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