You sit there fuming, when really you're sad.
You give credit to the world for making you mad,
While you pity yourself, think of all that you had,
Disrespect yourself, why don't you think a tad?
The masks you put on are paper thin.
Start peeling them off, stop falling for sin.
Unmask your true self, let the ones who care in.
The ones who care can only try until you want to win.
Beauty shouldn't be defined by how much skin you reveal,
But rather, by the heart you show is real.
Stop yourself from doing something now, feel,
That you know you'll regret later on, deal?
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