Pretty girl, lots of friends

Fat face, fat arms, big boned

Perhaps a little quiet, not too hip on the latest trends

Ordinary eyes and hair, totally pasty, not at all toned

Extremely smart, extraordinarily bright

Stuck on the low end of the high honors peeps

So nice, could never get into a fight

Too apathetic to get involved, rather go to sleeps

Not really athletic, not really into clubs

No chances, no chances, family first

Not exactly popular, but still connected to social hubs

So burdened, so stressed, apparently been cursed

Completely normal, nothing strange

Terrible compulsions, kill that wretched kid

Any bad things she can totally change

Fears surrounding must be hid

Her name is Emily, and she's rather pretty

Psycho, psycho, total psychopath

She's a bit shy but rather witty

Uncontrollable feelings, giving way to wrath

She'd never need filters, beauty is inside

I need my filters, must appear normal

She has absolutely nothing to hide

Manners, manners, be polite and formal

Filters only conceal

I can never reveal

This is what others see

This is what I consider me.

Everything looks better through a rose-tinted glass.

Filters hide deep, dark, terrible secrets.

Would you get rid of yours? I would not.

 

Everyone would know I'm psycho, psycho, PSYCHO!!!