I am ugly,
A useless wreckage of man,
Though I cry
None offer their hand,

None really care
For the dirt on which they walk,
Dirt such as me,
Maggots that can talk,

But do not have
What is called a voice,
Many things to want
But barely given choice,

Of all that I am
I am overweight,
I feel so disgusting
As I’m eating from this plate,

I feel my empty heart
Carrying an empty hole,
Looking for the comfort
That discomfort stole,

I am ashamed
Of being exactly me,
I am an utter disappointment
That disappointed eyes see,

It would fix nothing
By living or dying,
It seems my only ability
Is to sit here crying,

Worthless hearts
Were never meant to be,
So does that mean
A worthless heart is...
...is me?