moli

I that am curtailed of this fair proportion,
cheated of feature by dissembling nature
deform'd unfinished, sent before my time
into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
and so lamely and unfashionable
that dogs bark at me as I halt them by
Why I in this weak piping time of peace
Have no delight to pass away the time
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun
and descant on mine own deformity
and therefore since I cannot prove a lover
to entertain these fair well spoken days
I am determined to prove a villain

-Richard the third by William Shakespeare

For anyone who's ever been pissed off at the world