They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
So why do they try so hard to mold her
She sits in a corner trying to stand out
But no one notices her single shout
Days go by yet they taunt all she stands for
Broken and bleeding her beauty is hidden at its core
Instead she has a heart of fire, a light exploding in darkness
They stand before her, tearing her down with a list
"You'll never be one of us." They laugh in her face
"That's just fine." She stands tall when they yell disgrace
"You'll never fit in!" They push her around
"At least I'm never fake." She firmly stands her ground
Her body is beaten and broken, stories of a once unseen past
Beauty escapes her physical form, but is rather one that'll last
For it's not on the outside where she hides her secret beauty
But on the inside where is waiting to be seen by those who give up their cruelty
Only those who dare to seek and see who she truly is
Ever get to know the real person everyone will miss
So judge her all you want, just know to this day
She will stand tall and this will she say...
"I am who I am but you all think I'm strange..."
"But it can't be helped, for I will NEVER change."
