So many issues
So many problems
A world of ruin
And war
And hate
And pollution
And death
They call me beautiful
They say there's so many parts
Of myself
That I haven't seen
They speak lies
I make natural disasters
And reign hell for people
A destructive person
I'm not beautiful
The parts of myself
That I don't know
I simply don't want to see
I fear that they're just as ugly
As the rest
