Are You?I'm sorry,that I'm notbeautiful.I'm not a supermodel.Are you?I'm sorry,that I'm notfunny.I'm not a comedian.Are you?I'm sorry,that I'm notmature.I'm sorry,that I'm nottalented.I'm sorry,that I'm notgood enoughor,loving enough...or,smart enough.I'm not perfect.Are you?
Can't you hear the voices?Can't you hear the voices?As they ring inside my headCan't you see the faces?Painted in the blood so redCan't you taste the poison?As it rests upon your tongueCan't you hear the voices?No?Then you do not belong.
Mommy, He's LyingMommy, he said it, he said it was true.Mommy, he said it, he said "I love you."Mommy, he said it, he said it was realMommy, please know how to think, how i feelMommy, this love is the truth, it's the wayMommy, he said it, he said it today.Mommy, he's lying, he's lying to meMommy, he's telling a lie, can't you see?Mommy, he never did mean what he saidMommy, his voice is pounding in my head.Mommy, he's lying, his love isn't pureLove's a disease and he's finding the cure.Mommy, he's lying, what else can I say...Mommy, he hit me, he killed me today.Mommy, he lied to me, why did he lie?Mommy, he lied through his tears, through his criesMommy, his lies I just couldn't see throughMommy, he lied to me.What'd I ever do?
Does that make me Different?I wear make up. Does that make me fake?I cry. Does that make me emo?I have male friends. Does that make me slutty?I smile a lot. Does that make me weird?I laugh loud. Does that make me preppy?I have anxiety. Does that make me a freak?I have Bipolar Disorder. Does that make me abnormal?I respect people. I change for me, and only me. I have a past, but I know I have a future.Does that make me different?Maybe.But at least it makes meMe.
And Daddy always lied.My legs are covered in bruisesAnd I have a scar by my left eye.I’m not allowed to smile, thoughAnd I’m not allowed to cry.I think my right arm’s brokenBut shh, don’t tell my dad.He doesn’t like to worry bout meWhen he’s already mad.I have a burn on my left wristFrom when he pushed my armAgainst the stove, the hot, hot stoveAnd did a bit of harm.I have a bear, a teddy bear.He doesn’t have a name.He makes me better every timeI’m feeling hurt and shame.Today, my dad came home kind of lateA beer still in his hand.I closed my eyes and waited.He screamed, he shouted, and…Well, my name is Mary StarrAnd this is how I died.But daddy always loved me.And daddy always lied.
What Happened?I used to think make upMade people ugly.Now I think I'm ugly without it.I used to think peopleAlways loved me.Now I think everyone hates me.I used to think everybodyWas my best friend.Now I think no one truly is.I used to thinkBoys were icky!Now I wish I had one.What happened to beingHappy?