I'm sorry that I am crass
I'm sorry my precocious mentality makes me imperfect
If you could just stand outside
Yourself and look
Then maybe I'd be perfect

The ugliness I possess is not
Really mine but the
One society blames
I can't help my soul
I can't change my eyes
And I refuse to be glorious

You say you're honest
Then why lie to your Mom
That I am so damn sexy
You say the truth hurts
So why am I a victim of pain

The wickedness I feel talking
To your brother is not my own
I think he is stupid and asinine
But so deadly nice

You tell me it's not me but you
You say I'm not what you expected
You say you're not good enough
You say I'm glorious
And that I am perfect.

06/26/2002

Posted on 06/26/2002
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