They say Beauty is skin deep
At least according to society
And if you don't conform
Life will be a hellofa storm
Gold lies beneath the sand
So with a shaking hand
I dig in to my skin
Mining for what's within
digging for what you can't see
What is deep inside me
Red gold bubbles at the surface
It hurts but that's why I do this
Beauty pays a price
And this is souly my choice
the scars aren't pretty
And this isn't beauty
It's still you I love
But A mismatched glove
I am to you
Into the trash you threw
Me away
Another day
Passes and No matter how
Deep I dig, I know now
It's not me
I'm not ugly
It's society
So why do I keep digging when beauty only runs skin-deep?