Little Squonk

I shame this face, i try to hide
Critics discussed that i can't fight,
Thus i believe them they right,
Mirrors talk back; they can't lie,

I hear, i hear; too cold, too late
Disgust, ashamed, all I take,
I cried and I even tried to fake
This once and for all; myself I hate,

All you can do now is to leave this place,
For you are just a monster of this stupid cage,
To live, to laugh, to die this faith,
And so you know hell is an open gate.