Look

Sometimes I cry, cause I think I look like a disgrace,
Sometimes I smile, cause I think I have a beautiful face.
Everybody has these standards in this world;
The want to look like her or look like him,
But why can't a look reflect who's within?
Why is everybody trying to be something..
Something they're really not...
Cause really what is ugly?
Maybe I am ugly,
But just when I'm not being me.