The Rancid Beast
They stare as if I'm some sort of monster,
As I walk insecure and somber.
No man dare look twice at me,
For I am the rancid beast.
I know what I am:
I am one who doesn't pass the beauty exam.
No man dare look twice at me,
For I am the rancid beast.
Living in a society
Obsessed with beauty,
No man dare look twice at me,
For I am the rancid beast.
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