Don't Judge A Book By It's Cover

My Persona Doesn’t Portray Style And Grace,
Deformities Hiding Under My Clothes,
On My Body And Upon My Face..
Normal,
What Is Normal..
Am I Worth Any Less Than You,
Sneering Up And Down,
Gives Me Another Sense Of Deja Vu..

Well Guess What,
I’m Worth A Hundred Of You,
You’ve No Idea What The Fuck I’ve Been Through,
You Refuse To Scratch The Surface,
Make Out I’m Worthless,
Treat Me With Contempt..
Because I Don’t Strut With My Head Held High,
Because I’m Not Brave Enough To Look You In The Eye..

Look Deeper Within,
Look Into My Heart,
Look Through My Skin..
Beauty Is Only Skin Deep,
But I’m An Outcast,
A Freak,
The Way That I Look,
Makes Me The Black Sheep..

Looking Down At Me,
Fuck You!
Judge Me,
By The Cover Of This Book,
Know Who I Am By The Way That I Look..

And That’s Down To People Like You,
I Am Fucking Normal,
I Am An Equal,
And As Much As I Disgust You,
You’re Not Somebody I Wish To Turn Into.