This night I suffered much from thoughts

As they abused me without thought

I suffered much more than I thought

As now they haunt me

My own thoughts . . .

The thought of beauty wraps around

my feeble brain as I cry out

Why was I born with such a face?

Compared to others without pain

The thought begins to creep around

As I begin to cry out loud

I know my pain is not that big

Compared to causes much more big

To other causes not like this

Nothing’s more vain than my own brain

As thoughts escape my low grade pray

A plea for beauty, grace, and haste

to make this pain just go away

I hope my wish is not too big

Or should I start to make a bid?

To every doctor in this town,

or any country in this world

to take away this pain of mine

And give me beauty for a dime