“You’re beautiful,” they say,
“I wish I were you.”
So young and fragrant,
Like the cherry blossom that’s blooms in Spring.
Glance at me- am I really?

“You’re slim,” they say,
“I want to be you!”
Of all words you use;
You compare me to the school’s sweetheart.
Glance at me- am I really?

“Your smile- it’s lovely,
your teeth are so straight!”
Have you seen my tongue?
It hisses at the sweet melodies he taunts on my shoulder.
Take another look- are they really?

“Your eyes- they glow,
like sun on winter snow!”
But little do you know,
The blood they shed from the claws of his spawn.
Take another look- do they really?

“Your heart, it’s golden,
your intentions are so pure!”
Ha! What a joke. I’m –
Like foolish Eve’s apple from his tree.
Oh, how impure she came to be.

And yet someone like you,
Should shower me in compliments.
Only to turn your back and spit your venom at me.
Stare again- should you really?

Or maybe… that isn’t you?
You aren’t as you seem.
Well dear, same here –
When the bystanders battle with my words, they have no idea
Of the battle inside my head.

So go ahead – glance, stare,
Look hard into my soul.
And remember the prison I am trapped within –
His prison I am trapped within.