My Face Poem by Demetrius JonesDixon

I'm not sorry for what I've done.
It seems I was forced to the darkness of my house instead of the warm glow of the sun.

But what other choice was there?
I wanted to fit in like everyone else what the requirements were unfair.

I recognize that I don't have physically attractive features.
I've been criticized to the point where I was told I look like a Lovecraft creature.

I cursed the image I saw in the mirror.
But two years passed and eyes became clearer.