It's my blood and sweat,
All I had to give.
Please don't judge,
And please don't hate.
I know it wasn't perfect
And I know it's been through a lot,
It bears holes, bruises, and scars.
You call it ugly,
And throw it back,
But what is beauty,
And how can it compare?
This is my life,
And it's horrible,
I agree.
But it's not the worst,
And I can't act as if it is.
Yes, I cry,
And yes, I beg for more,
But so have you,
And so will others.
This is me,
And I won't change,
Take it or leave it.
But when you go,
Look in the mirror
And cry a few tears
Because it's you who's horrible,
It's you who hurts.