I Wish I Was Ugly Poem by Aman Chougle

I wish I was ugly
so they would know who I really was
I wish all my clothes were tattered
so they would know I didn't have much to share.

I wish we could throw away
all of our tricks and lies
but then you came to me
as true as can be
and all I could do was shave
and groom myself to show you
that you didn't belong with me.

Is it the ego? Or trying to fit that ideal
image? All I know is the pain of being
alone, tastes better than the pain of
truly revealing oneself.