I am an ugly man, my duty is to hide myself
This world is unfairly edited for beautiful to live in
Inside my darkness wandering like habitant alone
I have no chance of choosing than is the fate’s command
All light, colours, brightness stepping so far for my
How could I make it possible to keep on living here?
Death dancing all around me calling himself a saviour
Steady eyes pinning me critically, shamelessly
Oh! Why couldn’t ugliness be crowned as the world’s single queen?
So that I might be able to break all tight bonds
To be a real hero, to rise and reach the top
Maybe beautiful is wrong and ugly is the right?
Is it a game of people trying to encircle us tight?
Throwing down in the cliffs whatever they dislike
Despising us by imposing beauty all over rudely
Maybe these vicious standards have taken control
With us loyal prisoners in their own will
Blindly following all these things they always promote
So finally I’m wondering should I try changing the side?
To find the exit bravely to the light and force the others to hide?
But in advance of making my dream becoming true
May the word’s radical change be set as the first primary rule.