That beautiful girl

You see that girl over there?
Pushed aside is she
But if you look at her really
You will know

Their she sits, holding her arms
For there she drew a picture
Her beauty was so perfect
Each cut beautiful

Her beauty was never shown
For why did she hide?
Why was she so broken
Why was her beauty on her arms

That girl was so young
Beautiful in everyway
For she would never believe
Her beauty would never betray

For that girl was me
Broken and unloved
My beauty is truly me
I am what i hate.