An Ugly Athlete

It's not pretty.
I need something that I am not supposed to need.
I don't need it to have a good time, but that comes from someone smiling in my desire's embrace.
A good heart isn't always enough it is it?
A good soul can be ignored if it is not presented as radiance.
A rotten apple is easier to pick than a ripe one.
No, a gilded apple is easier to pick than a ripe one.
Still rotten inside despite the beauty of the sun on its peel.
And the fresh apple sits alone for the worms to eat at slowly.
It's not pretty because there are bruises and bumps, but I am not afraid to wear them.
I display them.
Stories and movies tell me that someone will fall in love with that.
No, it's not pretty. But how do I stay me and embrace my desire?
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I was in one of my "moods" when I wrote this.
I know it's not all that good, but it really touches base on what a lot of girls (and guys) feel when they don't feel good enough.