Beautiful mess

I keep looking at the mirror asking myself what's my error ...
Why was I hated while all I wanted to be fitted...
I saw my face it was clear but my eyes were full of fear ...
I never asked for attention cause I was sure of theirs intention ...
They told me I was cruel , they saw fighting with me as a duel ...
I never was concerned by those fake faces I knew they gonna fade by ages ...
My happiness was my innocence lost and yours was built by a ticket cost ...
I never understood how this world works even though most of it is based on looks...
I'm not a saint i make mistakes but all of them taught me how to be like this...
I might seem unfriendly only cause the truth i say is ugly ...
I am who i am you don't need to ask at least when i get home i don't take off my mask ...