From the world i will forever sheild my face,
my unpleasent appearence,
i am a disgrace.
An unsightly view displeasing to my eye,
to say i'm pretty is a truth of sarcasm,
it is a lie.
alienated, isolated and no desires for me,
like a corpse-worthless, no good looks,
i will except your pity.
Stare into a mirror and observe from my view,
disgusting-your face,
i would make you feel ugly too.
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