The Face of A Retard

[ramonat]

am so unsure
So afraid
Never have fit in
Not sure I'd ever really want to anyway
They make fun of me
Endless fun
It's not fair
How to me
Life has always been so unfair

I'm smart
I know I am
I have published over 1550 poems/songs
5 books
Yet I am judged on looks
To be something less
Something and someone not worthy
And it hurts me
At work
Some witch said it to my face
Through a text
When he could't get my sex
A guy ask me if I was one

Now ever since
I hate my face
I can't even stand to look in the mirror
Makes me sick
Makes me wanna choke
Throw up
Suffering
Doubt eating away inside
I've got no confidence left

Pushed closer to the edge then I've ever been before
And I'm about to lose all control
Drowning in this cesspool of hate and self pity
Thinking about rearranging
Changing
Trying to make sense

And so before I forever change this horrid look
I ask you
Do you find something wrong here?
If you don't understand what I'm asking
Let me make it crystal clear
What I need to know from you dear....

Look and tell
If you dare

Is this the face of a retard?