The Mirror

I look in the mirror and i ashamed,
and i am the one to be blamed,
i blame myself
for my wealth,
and health,
I look in the mirror and i feel like i want to cry,
forget about it maybe even die,
i try and try
but it doesn't come out,
in my life i have a doubt,

people talk to me,
and try to make me see,
that I'm not ugly in the face,
or big in the waist,
but I know its true,
it doesn't matter, what anyone can do,
i look in the mirror and i see disgust,
like metal outside old and rust,

Personality is the key,
something people should see,
but they don't,
and i wont,
get all hot and fine,
yeah your not mine,

Sometimes ending my life seems a good thing,
hang my body on a little String,
take the bell and let it ring,
Who would Care who would sing,

I look around and its like i cant be seen,
i can make a scene,
and be obscene,
but no one would care,
its like that everywhere,
and anywhere,
I'm nice and i share,
but its just not fair,

I'm ugly yes i know,
u don't have to show,
and go
tell the every body,
i am no hotty,
I'm disgusted,
Ive rusted,

i want to Run Away,
and everyday,
be a bird and fly,
soar sky High,
and try,
to move to a place,
where it doesn't come down to a face,
to be in Disgrace,

I'm not pretty but I'm one of the nicest guy you'll ever meet,
the best guy you will ever seek,
i am strong i am not week,
people need to understand,
I'm being the man,
and taking my hand,
being the strand,
to admit my needs,
that feeds
on me,
i am not PRETTY.