I am ugly. I am disfigured.
I’m the shadow of a man, obscured.
I’m a monster with no reflection,
A genuine magnet for rejection.
I am vile, morally repulsive;
Used to pain, I find it addictive.
To all this, I have become numb.
I’m not; I just pretend to be dumb.
But sometimes, I forget who I am.
I see myself and see a gem.
I find myself cut above the rest.
Arrogantly, I say, “I am the best.”
But then I trip and fall down hard.
I am nothing but a lump of lard.
Idiot! Better to be apathetic.
I am nothing but a hideous prick.
I drop to my knees and look Above.
I cannot be loved. How can I love?
But I do. I love. I care. I cry.
For someone, I would not fear to die.
Yet I find it pointless to fall.
Better bury me in a hole
For that alone is my rightful place.
I am nobody. I’m just a waste.
What a disgrace.
