When I look in the mirror what do I see...
A face of ugliness, a freak staring back at me...
I ain't pretty, or handsome, or anything special to look at...
I hide away my face, my body because I look like that...

When I look at myself, I see what you all see...
A freak of nature, unlike the perfection I should be...
God made me different, for people to laugh and stare...
As some look at me, as a monster who will scare...

The goodness inside of me, people never see...
It's the disability outside, that freaks you and me...
I look different from others, I can't help how I look...
Is it my fault, God created me from a fairy tale book...

I still feel pain, shame and a sense of finding true love...
Not to be ridiculed, laughed and made fun of...
A woman's hand to caress my face, to kiss these soft lips...
To have her touch me and of her soft fingertips...

To hold me in her arms, and tell me not to be afraid...
Not to listen to God's own angry tirade...
But that time will come, and I only know when...
It will be the time of my demise, that's when it will begin...

That's when my peace will be free as she finally comes to see...
An Angel of Mercy, to come and free me...
To hold me in her arms, to hug me so tight...
To tell me no more pain, now everything will be alright...

But God's tirade, will blast down from above...
Telling this Angel who found me, to show me no love...
For creatures like me, should wallow in pain...
That's why I'm down here, to feel the wrath of disdain...

She is dragged away from my arms, as I reach out and scream...
Looking on in a sense of shame, as the tears begin to stream...
God's words inform me, I will never be allowed up there...
It's Hell for me, as I must be prepared...

So as I fall down, into the bowels of Hell deep down below...
And I take pain and suffering, with each thrash and blow...
As I sit in my cell, of Hell I shall remain...
Of seeing my Angel's face in my mind, that stops me from going insane...