Beautiful

A poem.....

I
am not
beautiful
in any way,
time,
place,
for any reason,
or for
any person.

I
am
always changing,
rearranging,
loving,
and desperate.

I
am
lost,
forever dimmed,
muddled,
and
helpless.

You
can not
change me
for in
the
silence
I will
weep.