Before their critical eyes she cowers
Expecting the worst of their judgements
Always afraid of the looks, the whispers
Under their gaze she worries and frets
The nervous thoughts race through her head
In her mind she is nothing
For the mirror tells the ugly truth
Underneath the scars lies a hidden soul
Lonely and scared, yet she is beautiful
Expecting the worst of their judgements
Always afraid of the looks, the whispers
Under their gaze she worries and frets
The nervous thoughts race through her head
In her mind she is nothing
For the mirror tells the ugly truth
Underneath the scars lies a hidden soul
Lonely and scared, yet she is beautiful




everwoodman
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