I feel distress inside me...
Self-hate won't let me be.
How to eliminate this passion,
when for myself I feel no compassion?
My features...unsightly and dull,
It is a fact, not being cruel.
I am blue and everyone is red,
They are alive, I feel dead.
In a shallow world I dwell,
I don't belong, it feels like hell.
I wish I was of the beautiful people,
But my body and mind are mutinous.
No hope for change or felicity I see.
Just to accept fate I must agree.
Forever one separate from the crowd,
until I am covered in my death shroud.
