Ugly Today (But It’s Fine, Okay?)

Rolled off the bed — gravity wins again,

Pillow lines tattooed across my chin.

Mirror’s got jokes, yeah, it’s talkin’ loud,

“Who’s that cryptid standin’ there proud?”

I swear I’m cool, I swear I’ve got style,

But right now I’m lookin’ like a thrift store pile.

Self-love’s trending — it’s all the rage,

But my vibe’s more “before” than “after” page.

Still, I’ll hype myself, even if it’s cliché,

‘Cause confidence counts — just not today.

Man, I know I’m supposed to think I’m great, hooray,

But dang, am I ugly today!

Got socks that don’t match, my hair won’t obey,

I’m an abstract painting with bills to pay.

Yeah, I’ll shine some other day,

But dang, am I ugly today!

Left my smile somewhere in my jeans,

Tried to fake it, but you know what that means.

Even my dog gave me side-eye shade,

Guess I’m rockin’ “homely chic” parade.

They say “just love yourself, it’s all in your head,”

But my head looks like it fell out of bed.

I’d call in cute, if that were a thing,

But I’m too far gone for a confidence swing.

Still I strut down the hallway anyway,

Like I meant to look this tragic today.

Man, I know I’m supposed to think I’m great, hooray,

But dang, am I ugly today!

Got toothpaste stains and a wrinkled display,

I’m a walking punchline in pastel gray.

Yeah, I’ll glow some other day,

But dang, am I ugly today!

Tomorrow’s comin’ with a little more charm,

I’ll find my cool, no cause for alarm.

But till then, I’ll own this disarray,

Dance like disaster’s perfectly okay.

Man, I know I’m supposed to think I’m great, hooray,

But dang, am I ugly today!

Still, I wink at the mirror in my awkward way,

‘Cause joy don’t care what you weigh or display.

Yeah, I’ll glow some other day,

But dang, am I ugly today!

So cheers to the weird, the unshaven ballet,

I’m ugly today — and it’s fine, okay?