I am the girl in this forest but you can't see me as human
You are used to call me a different cognomen
I have been trying so hard just to make you see
But you still find a dark and scary creature in me
Those dead bodies buried six feet below the ground
I hear their souls calling, I hear the gloomy sound
Into your cruel minds, I was the criminal
You cleave into my name the darkest pin of betrayal
I wonder why you always see me as a dark creature
And you only look at my color as my valid nature
Look at the moon that shines brightly over me
She wants to show who I am and yet you cannot see
I am the girl in this forest, I am a human like you
It is your mind, it is your eyes that don't see what is true
Your mind thinks all the darkness, your eyes see what's skin deep
You paint in me an image that will make me mourn and weep
I'm just a girl in this forest who cease myself to live as free
For no matter what I do, a scary crow is what you see.
Beauty is in the eye of beholder.
In this cruel world, the critical society is a painter.
Cognomen: any name, especially a nickname