I've always been told that beauty depends on the outside
However, the real beauty is on the inside
Being pretty is apparently a duty
While kindness measures our inner beauty

People often forget about the true us
First impressions are everything, and thus,
By my personality, have I been misjudged?
But I will never ever be budged

I wish that someone could see me for who I am
Can I shut people up and will the door, on their faces, will I slam?
For, they expect me to be perfect, like a machine
They can never figure out my beauty which is unseen

I never show my real...