I don't want to be beautiful

My emotions are en-wrapped.
Yeah, this time I am really trapped.
My breakage is gathered in a painted veil,
And eventually my beauty is for sale.

I asked them not to create a beast from me,
But they let the darkness get through my only lee.
Distortion just requires one mistake.
It originally got no rule to break.

Loss cannot be recuperated,
When my inner pure soul was easily desecrated.
I had to start my macabre punishment,
Just to show the sucking torment

I am so lost and deformed inside,
So I'll make people watch what I used to hide.
I'll let them see what they have done to me
To prove that I am not the one I used to be.

My smile was turned into an ugly frown.
My head that was always high, now it's down.
And I am just a lonely black butterfly,
Shedding fragile tears with no sigh.

I cannot be the real me anymore.
Yet thinking of turning back is so sore,
Because my attempts will be lost in vain.
So I give up on being beautiful again.