yabs

Memories are my enemy
Leaving me deformed
And undesired

The constant battery
I endured forever and a day

My unrealized hope
A second path I did not see
Now too far behind

The hope remains
As all things change

This ugly form
I have grown into
Caused by discomforting virtue

I fumble, I fail
I mixed my words

Yet these words
Are still my outlet
My never-ending retreat

I found beauty
In this ugliness

All I needed to do
Was look in the mirror
And learn to smile again