Isaiah 52:14 As many were astonied at Thee His visage was marred more than any man, and His form more than the sons of men.

Isaiah 53:2 For He shall grow up before Him as a tender plant and as a root out of dry ground; He hath no form nor comeliness and when we shall see Him there is no beauty that we should desire Him.
3 He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief, and we hid as it were our faces from Him; He was despised and we esteemed Him not.
4 Surely He hath borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we did esteem Him stricken, smitten of God and afflicted.
5 But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for iniquities; the chastisement of our peace was upon Him; and with His stripes we are healed.
6 All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way and the Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all.
7 He was oppressed and He was afflicted, yet He opened not His mouth; He is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before his shearers is dumb so He opened not His mouth.

Sometimes i thought and want to hide 
Somewhere 
Where you can't see me
I want to fly,fly,fly, far away from you

Im just an extraordinary ink of a pen
Im only a poet that doesn't know where my feelings go
A stubborn poet

I dont have friends
And im all alone

But i don't regret any of that

Cause there's my ballpen that i can still write
I still have my paper to where i can insert and spread my wings 
I still have you
My poet
That i can share
That i can talk
That i can learn
And that i can call
My only poet,
Thanks for being there.