A sight of sympathy for the man,
who never thought himself too grand
or even fair to look at for long,
The ballad entails his fateful song.
Afraid of estranged looks and whispers,
artificial paranoia and publicly-censured.
“Surely I am the ugliest of men alive.”
Sole excuse against attempting to thrive.
Now days come and go, alive and loud.
And the man, alone but proud
at his greatest achievement, greatest plight.
That none have experienced him in their sight.