Ugly is in the eye of the beholder

I appear ugly when alone I look normal in company Self-loathing needs no embrace Rather than scoring myself I'm ugly prettiness wronged I’m shocked by my beauty Again and again, till I'm cuts When each slice is mystery The clue to beauty's murder Is finding how lovely I was If everyone is like me then Who then is ugly like me? When you leave, I'm homely The less fortunate comforting There, self-hatred finds a home Even if it's a tent by the road Diaspora from self, preservation Society casts normalcy However, I seem to look Self-loathing is inherited Plastic surgeons can't erase plain If disfigured, burn your image Better defeat than surrender Victory is my futility Cry out to your mothers Who still loves you mangled Before crimes against your face Ugly is the eyes of the beholder Those pretty eyes looking in Defille your ugliness for good We remake pristine history In our honest image