A skull ring, 3 black bracelets, red earrings, and some black pants
A thick layer of eyeliner, a polka-dot shirt, and hair that's in a mess
People think, "what a freak."
But they don't look deep enough, so they don't see the person
Walking down the hall, their thought's scream, "attention-seeker"
Ignorant and uninformed, they're quick to judge the hurt
"She wants everyone to look at her"
"She wants us to feel bad for her"
But inside that person, inside her soul, there's a terrible storm.
The hurricane in her heart is more complicated than they imagine
Maybe it's a dad that beats her
Or it might be that her brother's sick
The chemicals in her brain could just be confused
Things aren't simple
Life isn't black and white
The girl hides it.
She doesn't let people in so she's alone
But it's just not easy to tell
Or maybe she talks to her therapist and does the work
She tries so hard to see the sun
She wants to feel good but things don't change
It's just not easy
A skull ring, 3 black bracelets, red earrings, and some black pants
A thick layer of eyeliner, a polka-dot shirt, and hair that's in a mess
People don't see inside of her because they're too busy
They're too afraid to understand
Subconsciously, they're terrified because she might be just like them.
