I was spoon-fed the belief that I am not beautiful
I cannot see what beauty you I have
I have always wore jeans and t-shirts
That's what I am most comfortable in
I was told I am pretty in a dress
But I don't feel like me in them
I love the colour black
And think it was very bohemain
So, don't ask me to wear pink or a dress
And say I am beautiful
For I will slap yr face
And run crying the pain away