Wasn'T Born Gorgeous
I wasn't born gorgeous
I just learned to soak up the ways in which not to be afraid
of my own image
I look back at old photographs my reflection never did look pleasing
It's funny back than I thought I was fine
I'd stay up late wondering why people would criticize me
Yet here I find myself critiquing the same photo
Of a distant former version of me
Back than I didn't have these eyes
I didn't have this sense of fitting the worlds image of perfection
Back than I thought I was fine
But i'd never been more wrong according to my new self concious self
I wasn't aware back than what made the world tick
I wasn't aware that people's stares would never be at me
At least not how I was before not this image that I saw
Than I never got how currupted the world could get
The devil hadn't yet touched my innocence
He hadn't yet tainted my version of the truth
made me see that all they wanted was beautiful
I wasn't born gorgerous
I'm merely a mutation of my former self
Changed to survive
But sliced and diced on the inside so I could never forget
How this good world works
I compromised
I swam in an ocean of lies
Just to come out what I thought everyone wanted
Do you see what I gave up to belong in this insane assylum
I gave up the person I loved
To become a person I loath
All for their approval
I was never born gorgeous
I was born different but I conformed
Into the norm
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