The phantom

Was cleaning up my desk and shelves when I came across a rather old piece of poetry I had written when I was in secondary one. It was a rather inexpert poetry as it was the first piece I had wrote. Just for sharing, I type my poem here :)) Please do not judge it too badly, as I mentioned, it was an inexpert piece of poetry, haha.

THE PHANTOM

Do not judge by what you see
for seeing is seldom believing
I may not be pretty
And neither am I smart
But please do be friends with me
For I have a heart of gold.

Looks are but secondary factors
but these are things people treasure;
But I so wonder to myself
doesn't a good heart value more?

Ugliness haunts me from the day I exist
but does not affect me at all
That is to say - physically.
For what matters to me most; I was hurt emotionally.

Terror befouls anyone who saw me
and often, they ran as fast as they could.
For I have a face like a withch
and wide staring bloodshot eyes.
My laughter is like a hyena
my nose pointed and out of shape.
My body plump, my legs thin and short,
I was the monster of them all.

I call myself a phantom
but that is but just a name.
In it contain my anger, fear and depression
For nobody was a friend to me.

People laughed and jeered at me,
others ran for their dear life.
Although I often hope and wish for a true friend,
I knew it was impossible.
Fear gripped people the moment their eyes are on me.
So here I am, lying lonely and friendless
for who is to be blame but me?

Just because I was born a phantom.

A little embarrassed of my amateur work, but I still feel a little upset as I put myself in the shoes of the phantom. Hope you enjoy this as much as I do :)