Monster

Im not sure if anyone will understand this.

They look at me and ask why I dont have a boyfriend.
"You're beautiful", They say.
I cringe, wondering why the world always say that
"Its inside that counts"..

Well on the inside Im falling apart, Burning from all the pain,
Because even though to the mirror Im a wonderful human being,
To my family, the ones who know me, They say Im a monster.

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They look at me and ask why I dont have a boyfriend.
"You're beautiful", They say.
I cringe, wondering why the world always say that
"Its inside that counts"..
So how will anyone ever love me when inside Im falling apart,
But apart from the scars on my arms, On my thighs,
On the outside Im beautiful.