If I could look through their scornful eyes,
what would I see?
Would I see me in the teeming crowds,
There with head bowed down.
Would It just be me,
Would it be a horror?
Fine,a horror to see,
That I will accept.
So I turn from their eyes,
and back into my own,
Into a world of horrors and scorn.
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