She had no self-esteem, 

One ugly man after another, 

The mark of one who did not value herself, 

Afraid of having an equal lover. 

Too beautiful for them but she made herself their dog,

Until they cast her away for ugly women to treat worse,

Leaving her ego in a fog,

Searching still for another ugly face to whom to defer, 

An illness of a pervasive kind that entirely subsumed her.

A product of her culture, 

In which handsome men chose ugly women, 

And bombshells married trolls, 

She sought the ugly still, preferred them.

Ugly not only in visage but in heart, 

As hers was warped as well, 

And she let ugly grow inside her, 

And she shunned the beauty offered to her, now a shell, 

For more ugliness and shame so sure. 

She never found her beauty, 

And let herself turn ugly for ugly men, 

Not in face but in mind and heart, 

She debased herself for them. 

There was no showing her the truth of it, 

No way to break her sham, 

She would give herself to another, be a dog, 

And die with another ugly man.