ugly...

uglypeople tell me i'm attractive,but i don't really believe them.no girls really come onto me.they just tell me i'm attractive.and while that's great to know,it sure doesn't matter at allif no one is ever interestedin more than talking to me--and they don't do that either.i look in the mirror every dayand am more and more disappointed.i still feel like i'm ten,but i look uglier by the minute.more and more, my hair falls off of my head and regrows in really ugly places,and all i feel is fat bulgingeverywhere along my wrinkling bodyeven though i know i'm skinny.and i guess i feel like it'ssome really complicated jokeand that my lot in life isto come to terms with the factthat i will never be sexy...just a character actor.and isn't it strangethat we write these thingscomplaining about everythingwe can think of to complain aboutand then call that art?and the funny thing is:that is the ugliest part,but isn't it poetic?