The Ugly Side of Me

That you have not yet seen,

When we fight and scream,

And I desperately try to win.

Hurting and tormenting your soul,

I cry with you in this pain, still,

I shout and scream

Breaking those perpetual dream

Turning hopes into misery

Shattering the acts of destiny

I care… but I can’t see.

That Ugly face of me,

No one hates more than me.

But it is perhaps a part of me,

Which can trouble you or make you scared,

Which can make you regret and

Think I don’t care. But I do, I always do.

I look at you and I want to protect you,

To shield you, from the many menaces,

Not because you can’t do it,

But because I want to be the one doing it.

Strangely, I don’t know how to protect you from myself.

Doomed by the congenital insecurity,

Perhaps, that ugliness races in me.

I live with it and still be who I truly want to be.

I can understand if you can’t accept what you have not seen yet.