What’s On the Inside
You can be so beautiful on the outside to others,
But you’re terribly ugly and evil on the inside.
And even though you’re so ugly and evil on the inside, everyone praises you for your looks.
Your worshipped, cherished, and held high by everyone; they follow you around like you’re their leader.
I’m left aside, cast away by everyone’s looks that disgrace me,
It makes me feel terrible deep inside, and you know the pain you’ve caused me, you know what you have done
But you don’t care, it doesn’t matter, because what does it mean to you, if someone who is ugly on the outside gets hurt?
Everything is about you, your reputation, and appearance.
Well, what would happen if the tables were flipped?
The mirrors were turned, and you saw yourself, from the inside.
You’re evil to the core, and know you know what it feels like to be mad fun of,
The way you’ve made so many others feel because of the way they look.
Well, look at you now.
You’re just as ugly as you made me believe that I was, and you deserve to be looked upon this way.
You have been tortured, made fun of, and cast aside like the others you had done so many times.
Why can’t you understand, that this is what you deserve, that this is the way that you should be treated?
Discriminated, protested, and hated against, that it what you are.
And most of all, you should be hated against all standards;
Not because you have bullied me into a fetal position,
But what you have done to me now.
You’ve turned me into you: pure hatred inside, just how you were in the first place.
I curse you, as you have been cursed.
Because we both know that what’s inside,
Doesn’t matter at all.