When people tease you for the way that you look,
Please know this isn't your war.
Close the book. Burn the pages.
Our soul is like a piece of paper,
Easily ripped to pieces,
Though beauty is hidden between pages,
You sit still contemplating how to please those you hate,
Will you become one of them, or will you be yourself?
You let your inner demons lead the way,
As you follow aimlessly, is there any point to life anymore?
Your whole world turns grey,
Your eyes go blank; will you make it through the night?
Your life is still worth the pain,
It gets better in the end.
I know because I've been through the same.
My feet have the scars to show.
You'll find what you've been looking for at the end of the road.
Don't pack your things and head home, not just yet.
Smile at your enemies, this is who we are, no, we can't change.
You're still beautiful to me.