Yes, yes, I'm aware.

I've got the hair of an angel,
the eyes of a fairy,
the height of an elf.

I'm told that I'm beautiful all the time.
I see it when they look me in the eye
they don't even need to say it.

I don't care.

What's the point of all this beauty if I still feel ugly on the inside?
To confuse me?
The prettier you are, the sadder you get.

I'd rather be ugly & mentally stable,
I'd rather have a car that runs,
I'd rather have parents that love me.

But what the actual fuck is up with "high cheekbones?"

Who raised you?
That's racist as shit!
Do you practice phrenology?
Do you measure skulls?
Do you wish to mate with me to so that your bloodline prospers?

I didn't even notice til you pointed them out.
Jesus Christ.
Shut the fuck up.