Ugly Side

Act 1: Bright, Shiny Object that holds your attention. It's new yet familiar. It's intriguing, mysterious yet gives you a feeling of security. It, too, observes you and holds you in the same view as you do it. It finds you alluring, intriguing but absolutely trustworthy.

Act 2: You walk closer to it, feeling rather daring and not really knowing what's happening. You never act this way, you've been through enough things in your life that have taught you to be cautious. To be a loner. Some call it jaded. You call it experienced. But this new thing is really catching your eye, it seems to be in good condition.

Act 3: Walking up to it, with that wonderful yet dreadful feeling of excited nervousness, you're close enough to see it for what it is. It looks an awful lot like you do, which has to be good right? You decide to go out on a limb and let it get close to you, close enough to see the battle scars and slight imperfections. You feel somewhat exposed, since this is the part one always hates. It's easy to be accepted and belong when it's purely superficial. One can have the right look, the seemingly perfect qualities to draw others to oneself. But eventually the time comes when things have to come out. It's what separates true friends, from acquaintances. The ones that accept the imperfections, that are smart enough to realize we all have skeletons that wish to remain uncovered.

Act 4: It looks at your offering, and your slightly marred spot. It traces its fingers over your wounds and by doing so gets a bit of your history, the unforgiving past we all try desperately to move away from and erase. You become sad, remembering how many times you've opened up like this to something, only to have it laugh or simply scurry away unable to process your ugly side. But this time, it looks up at you and smiles, making you release the breath of air you didn't realize you were holding in. It grabs your hand and hesitates a few seconds before turning slightly to the side, and exposing it's rotten, broken side to you. It only shows you part of the scars, enough to let you know there's more ugliness under there that doesn't need to be exposed just yet...but you should have a knowledge of. It waits for your reaction, at proving itself your equal, in some ways. It too wonders if you will look up and smile, or shudder and walk away...

"Ugly Side"
By: Blue October

I must have sneezed
On knees I freeze
I mean I just choked up
Somehow I slept
I dream, I mean
I dreamt of nothing
Able to breathe
A sweet relief
Now that you're here with me
A northern degree
Dove into me
Now I'm recovering

[Chorus]
I only want you to see
My favorite part of me
And not my ugly side
Not my ugly side

Hook up a C.B. Wave a way
For conversation flow
I'm shoved in your cave, to wage this rage
Don't let me go
A kick and a scream is all that seems
To mean a lot thus far
I won't let you on my stage, my page
You can't know
Yet you have to know

[Chorus]

So calm... and now it's dark
I look for you to light my heart
I'm in between the moon and where you are
I know... I can't be far