Beautiful People

I wonder what its like to be beautiful To never worry about your hair Your nails, Your make-up I wish those pretty girl would just shut up Bragging about their perfect boyfriends Their parents, all their fake friends When will it end? They say beauty is on the inside And it shines through Well mine must be hiding Behind steel doors and barbed wired fences Bound by chains and guarded by rabbid dogs When will it come? It used to be there In my youth i was a sight for sore eyes Before middle school Before puberty Before highschool Before the whispers Before the rumors Before the insecurities set in And moved my beauty out of town Where'd it go?