Please forgive my ugliness inside,
I really have nothing to hide.
multitudes of scars and wide open sores,
but who's counting? I ain't keeping scores.
I even get stares from strangers you see,
even if they are all inside of me.
Strangers sense my ugly side,
it's not something I uphold with pride.
My heart is made of sharp shards of glass,
shattered from lovers from my unfortunate past.
Superglue won't do the trick,
the adhesive for some reason won't magically stick.
The sharp shard keep poking numbing my brain,
I no longer can feel the pain
So don't get the impression you must feel sorry for me,
what happen is now all history.