My forehead is high (looks alien)
My eyebrows dark (like anger)
My eyes are slanted (too small)
My cheekbones sharp (terrifying)
My skin is pale (Boo Radleyesque)
My nose is bold (Broken?)
My lips are full (Infected?)
My hair, cold and smooth (Death)

So why do they lie to me, tell me I'm pretty.
Tell me to be happy, just 'cause I'm pretty
Say I can be anything, because I am pretty
Say just forget everything, remember I'm pretty

But I grew up with Truth.
I'm alien anger too small terrifying Boo Radleyesque broken infected death
That doesn't sound too pretty.

And even if on the outside
my shell can be called pretty
Truth stands.