And the Truth Comes Out...

It’s so rare that a person is happy
So rare for them not cry
Most people complain
As their life goes by

So your make-up’s not perfect,
And your teeth aren’t straight
Who cares if your hair is messy,
Or if you don’t have the right weight

Stop trying to get attention
By doing the things that you do
Because you know they hurt yourself
And no one cares if you’re feeling blue

You always just complain,
Even though you’re perfect as can be
The only flaw your body contains
Are your annoying pleas

Pleas for attention
Pleas to make you seem humble
But we all know it’s a lie
Every time you mumble

"Oh, I can’t sing"
"I am far too fat"
"You are so much prettier"
Stop acting like a brat!

And even when you don’t cry
You’re bragging your eyes out!
Just screaming all your talents
Letting us hear you shout

I would just like to say
That if you seriously aren’t aware
You are not the only person
Breathing Earth’s air!

There are people all over
People who don’t complain
Who are content with what they have
Who work for what they attain

So if you’re reading this,
Dear friend
Know that I’ll always love you
Until the very end

But if you keep going on
As things are now
You won’t find many of me
Of people who will vow

To never hurt you
Never scar you
And never tell you
How much we really hate you.