Entendre

7.3: Sky Blue

Faces, isn't it such a beauty?
Places, isn't it such a beauty?
Lies, isn't it such a beauty?
Allies, isn't it such a beauty?

Beauty is all this world wants;
the ugly cannot survive.
An ugly mind, an ugly soul, an ugly face.
Gone. Never to be heard of. Dead.

To say the least, frankly I was
the embodiment of ugliness.
An ugly mind, an ugly soul, an ugly face;
everyone told me to drop dead.

I would cry, wondering why this was.
It wasn't fair-why wasn't I born beautiful
like those models in the magazines?
It was cruel injustice for my part.

I spent days wondering-being cast off,
being rejected, never to belong anywhere-
how I could change, to place myself on top.
Faces, places, lies, and allies-I realized.

Faces, to deceive those who see.
Places, the right ones in the occasion.
Lies, to deceive those who listen.
Allies, the proper ones to defend me.

It took years of changing,
years of pain and maturation,
to bloom into a beauty.
I guess puberty was my luck.

Deceiving the foolish ones with a
petite and innocent face and
pretending to be a girl
to garner their soft side.

Visiting the right places
At the right time
gave me allies
who fell for my lies.

The world is indeed foolish.
I was on top in an instant.
For a boy with a beautiful face,
no one saw the ugly mind and soul.

It didn't matter for a while
and I didn't wonder why
nobody looked beyond
this purely plastic face.

Until a lowlife pointed it out for me.
"A horrible person you are indeed!"
He shouted at me—and I was awake.
I am still ugly, and nothing has changed.

A beautiful face cane never cover up
an ugly mind and soul.
I realized—I just wanted to be
truly beautiful, to be loved by someone.

But it is all a circle, isn't it?
To love, to be loved.
To hate, to be hated.
It's all for show.

Nothing was fair.
Someone had to stay at the top.
Someone had to be destroyed.
Everything was unstable.

It was cruel, but it's true.
And I realized,
for it is injustice that
keeps the globe spinning.