I don’t understand
Why the most important thing
Is to be physically beautiful.

I don’t understand why it is required that
We do our best to impress
People we don’t even know
It’s all for show

So why do we go on
Dragging our feet
Smiling on the street
But crying inside

When the tears that streak
Our eyes
When we cry
Show the beauty we hide

We may be broken
We may be sad
But we are all beautiful
On the inside