We’re all beautiful
Lots of clothes, different styles worn
We all know we don’t choose where we’re born
Then why do you judge others like you know their home situation
You’re busy seeking for attention
While you haven’t looked at yourself, you’re not even attractive
It ain’t about the looks, it’s about the stinky attitude
It made you look ugly inside
Your beauty doesn’t even justify your actions
Maybe judging and bullying others is your passion
I wish you could answer these questions
But I guess we both ain’t ready for that confrontation.