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Nobody likes it this thing on my face
As if features more fair have now fallen from grace
Well noted the glare as I pass through your space
Why did I let it grow?

More handsome features (if handsome they be)
Should not be so hidden consensus begs me
Throw off woolen shackles and let your face be
Why did you let it grow?

To my employer its sully and unfit for show
To my ex it's occasion for shots down below
To my son it's a tuggable thing that should go
Why do you hide away so?

Why do they stammer when questions I ask
Bring forth discomfort and take them to task?
Resist and recant and repent and then bask
Why do we let these things grow?

It's not for the warmth against cold winter's blow
It's not for the vanity--life's more than show
More often in vain I'd choose otherwise, so
Why have I let myself go?

To know that I hurt, and I bend in the wind
To survive your scorn since you will not rescind
To scream "Do not touch me!" to those not within
Yes, to say I have let myself go.

I know I look crazed so hirsutely displayed
I know my appeal is halved and parlayed
Into sweet indifferential bypasses made
By those who've not let themselves go.

I will renew, 'tis a mere passing thing
I will submit as does Winter to Spring
Not one thought more given to this mask and this thing
Behind which my mind heals and grows.

Description
Nobody likes it this thing on my face
As if features more fair have now fallen from grace
Well noted the glare as I pass through your space
Why did I let it grow?

More handsome features (if handsome they be)
Should not be so hidden consensus begs me
Throw off woolen shackles and let your face be
Why did you let it grow?

To my employer its sully and unfit for show
To my ex it's occasion for shots down below
To my son it's a tuggable thing that should go
Why do you hide away so?

Why do they stammer when questions I ask
Bring forth discomfort and take them to task?
Resist and recant and repent and then bask
Why do we let these things grow?

It's not for the warmth against cold winter's blow
It's not for the vanity--life's more than show
More often in vain I'd choose otherwise, so
Why have I let myself go?

To know that I hurt, and I bend in the wind
To survive your scorn since you will not rescind
To scream "Do not touch me!" to those not within
Yes, to say I have let myself go.

I know I look crazed so hirsutely displayed
I know my appeal is halved and parlayed
Into sweet indifferential bypasses made
By those who've not let themselves go.

I will renew, 'tis a mere passing thing
I will submit as does Winter to Spring
Not one thought more given to this mask and this thing
Behind which my mind heals and grows.