Every mirror I look in cracks.
Everyone who sees me runs away in fright.

I do not have any outer beauty whatsoever.
I don't think I have any inner beauty either.

Some take pity on me, others do not.
Some mock and tease me, others say nothing at all.

I'm starting to believe I'll be forever lonely.
And that I'll never feel love at all.

Sure my life is sad, and sometimes pointless,
but I'm strangely happy like this. Just me, being me.