I try and I try and I try
To see the reason why
Everyday people change
Their hair, attitude, their being
Underneath is not what other's are seeing
To be honest I find it all quite strange
People mock me, the way I act
My clothes, hair, and all the things I lacked
I don't mind, It's how I feel
To be viewed as whatever they want is their choice
But to be perfectly honest there is more than one voice
Salted wounds will eventually heal
But I can't take the fact
That people are afraid of what THEY lacked
All that matters is who they see
I can't hate them for betraying themself
For using me and putting me on a shelf
When they realize how at peace we can truly be
