The Ugly Kid
People say I am ugly when they look at me
Because my outside is all that they can see
If they would only look deep under my skin
They would be able to know the truth then
Maybe they would
Talk to me
Walk with me
Listen to me
Be my friend
They see the scars on my wrist and my face
They say that I do not belong in this place
They do not know where I am or where I been
If they would try to understand, maybe then
Maybe they would
Talk to me
Walk with me
Listen to me
Be my friend
I sit alone, and I cry here in my dark place
I try to survive alone here in this ugly space
No one comes to visit me; into the dark, I blend
If someone cared even just a little, maybe then
Maybe they would
Talk to me
Walk with me
Listen to me
Be my friend
