What is beauty?

All my life I've failed to embrace,
The hideous angel kiss that rests upon my face,
Is this my fate?
Buying all this cover up just to mask my pain and so that people will refrain from calling me names,
Making me feel ashamed,
My insecurities cannot be tamed...
Or am I too vain?
So if I'm covering it up,
Why have it even exist?
If I got plastic surgery tomorrow it wouldn't be missed,
If I can cut up my wrists,
I can surely do this...
But it's just purely agony,
It's robbed me of my sanity,
I've got a personality,
But all they care about is vanity.
Why is it so bad to see?
People point and they stare and whispers they share,
I'm just a circus freak,
Fuck life isn't fair,
But my skin is so fair...
It can be easily repaired,
The doctor had shared,
Into your skin we will tear,
Take it right up out of there,
No need to be scared,
We are people who care.
I just want to be loved for the ugly bitch that I am,
Yeah that was the plan,
But I'll fail once again,
Rot in hell kuz I'll sin,
Fuck with God's creation,
Then ill beg to repent,
But this is for my OWN salvation,
And I've gotta collect...
I'll be a beautiful sensation!
Can't get it out of my head.
WHY can't I like being me?
I just want to live my life fucking peacefully,
I just need my peers to see that there is so much more to me than what the eye really meets...
But I'm just so repulsed with being discreet,
secretive in the streets...
So just fuck it.
I'll get the plastic surgery.
Thanks a lot society.