Why must the loveliest things also be the ugliest things?
Why must we have to suffer?
They tell you to be yourself
And then you get judged.
They tell you to stand tall
But they break your back.
They tell you to be strong
But they pound you over and over until the words make you bleed
They pick you up and make you love them again
Then they cut your skin & tear your back.
Why must the loveliest things be the ugliest things?