Monster
When I look in the mirror,
I look so pretty, so beautiful,
Like a Queen.
Why does everybody have to be so mean?
On Mars,
Their arms,
Punching, fighting,
Calling me names,
Telling me I am a fail of life,
That I have no soul or purpose.
But here,
Is near,
To my heart,
I am now a part,
Of something pretty, something beautiful,
Now I am a Queen...