Carved into a mould
just like everyone around
You tell me I am beautiful
I guess your voice is a nice sound
You see beauty is like a tree,
that grows in different ways
Like me for what I can't control
I guess I'm just a phase
My words ring hollow nothing,
I yell but no one is around
Look through into my mind
I've been waiting to be found
Beauty is a funny thing,
crippling in a way
See only what you want to see
and keep the rest a bay
For a pretty face is only that,
impossible to be more
A person can't be everything
unless she is a *****