Beautiful

The duality between beauty and monsterous..

Dear world,
Wash your mouths of all the lies, erase them from your tongues..
If only you could see inside,
And see past all your lust..
Your words they sound as soft as silk,
They stick to me like dust..
Your dirty lies they stab me like a knife so full of rust..

Yes, like rust, they poison me,
They kiss then bite my heart..
They feed my ego what it wants,
Does nothing for my dark..
My ego grows, as does my sin,
I tear myself apart..
For what I see, you cannot see,
The truth, myself, the marks..

Yes, the marks, that your remarks
I use to simply cover..
They act likes scabs to a wound that can't be healed by any lover..
They stop the bleeding for a moment,
leave the wound down under..
They act like a poisonous crusty cap,
And crack my heart like thunder..

Don't tell me that I'm beautiful, im special, I'm important..
Or shall I take a knife and on my face cut out a portrait?
Shall I carve and replicate the scars
I've so long hoarded?
Shall I paint the truth outside
So that it's not distorted?

So one last time I must insist,
Don't smother me with lies..
I wish outside I were as hideous
As the man inside..
For if you loved me then, I might believe there is a light..
A light which burned through all the darkness, soaking up the night..

Author's Note

The minds a crazy place to wander..