Amounting to nothing, heavy scarred face.
Away from beauty, ne'er to be displayed.
Myself, alone, I'm a hidden disgrace.
A villain now labeled, seems I’ve been made.
Innocent I claim but wretched I am.
Hiding from the masses this face I wear;
Scarred by horror, I’m but a tinker’s damn.
Not fit for you, taken captive this snare.
But who is to be better you or me?
For in this solitude is rest and peace.
I leave you to your vices to decree.
In this world, my spirit, I will decrease.
I have found it’s better to be without
Then submit myself to the world throughout.
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