Beautiful in ways
That they will never see
I suppose that is because
They're not looking at me
They knock down a scarecrow
A girl who is not real
But the blows aimed at her
Leave bruises I can feel
But I'm not made of straw
I have a heart and soul
So I am standing up
I am taking back control
I will be alright
I will be just fine
No one will take my joy
I won't let them steal what's mine
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