My mediocrity is no secret; my battles with it are.

I shall rewrite the definition of 'Beauty' or at least make a brazen attempt.

We get by with a thought for the day, with love for a month, with pain for a year and ourselves for a lifetime.

My dreams keep selling me a promisong concoction they call happiness.

Believe me when i say; I know the 'U' in ugly. Never did it lie to me.

What would you lose to try, a very pretty and promising life.