Death of the ugly duckling.

**K**neeling in front of the mirror, **U**gly looks force me to shiver; my words to quiver. **S**ulking the thin air through my fat, chubby mouth, **U**gly looks force me to shout. **M**essy hairs and dark skin tone, Bounds me to imagine a wolf; totes lone. Tears roll down my dark-brown spotted cheeks. Ugly Looks forces me to cry, until my pinkie handkerchief leaks. Intermittently, warm fingers collect my tears, Saying that they are useful in lubricating emotional gears, Saying hurting myself is mean. Warm-fingered Knight disappears like mist. And, now ugly looks gave me the motivating list. Ugly looks no more made me cry, And the *UGLY DUCKLING* in me died. Thanks to my masked knight.