Or do I see through them, for what they are, Pity them, for their own happiness they mar. My inner self, can be all shining and bright, Or it can be tarnished, and never feel right. Are people the losers, who don't listen to me Not wanting to be wise, but stupid and free. Free to make a mess, of their life. Cause themselves, all troubles and strife.
People say that beauty, is only skin deep.
And if under the surface, you were to peep. When the inner self, is laid bare. Yes, I am the same on the outside, as within. Thank God for that, for we are all full of sin. All rights reserved.