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Why do you insist I am beautiful?
Why do you keep calling my pretty?
Why can't you see the me
That I can see?
Deep down inside
Can you see me?
The hideous beast
That consumes me?
Keep calling me pretty
Keeping telling me I am beautiful
You can change how I feel
About this body.
Why can't you see
That inside of me
I am not what you think?
There is no beauty in this being
Why can't you see
In these eyes
The primal urges
I despise?
Can you see me?
Can you hear me?
Do you really see
The tears I cry?
My tears turn to pearls
Under your gaze
Why can't you tell
That I lie?
I'm not what you think
I'm not what you wish
I am a liar
I am a sinner
Beneath this mask
Of my fairytale lies
Is something you hate
And something you despise
What you wish to see
And what is actually there
Are two different things
That go hand in hand
I am neither of these
Nor will I ever be
For you see
I am not who I appear
I am not beautiful
Nor am I pretty
I am not the angel
You see me to be
I will not live your lie
I want to live my own
In this flesh
That is not my own
I want to live
Without regrets
I wish to change
Into what you hate most
For you see I am not your angel
I am not your goddess
I am your demon
And your devil
These eyes like mirrors
That reflects the being within
Show no tears
And no hope for life
For this body is not right
For this soul is unmatched
To the life I must live
In this shell
For within these walls
That I call myself
There is something much different
More different than you can see
For I am what you hate
And what you hate most
And what you hate most
Is the being called yourself
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