People say first impressions are everything,
That what you see if what you get,
So if you dress like a pauper or you dress like a king,
You either live with pride or regret,
Not so I say,
It shouldn't be this way,
To judge a man by his looks,
Would be like vindicating crooks,
Take a look at me,
What do you see?
A face of freckles,
A large pair of spectacles,
A too-big nose and a crooked smile,
Hair so thick it could stretch a mile,
Features seemingly etched in stone,
Looks that basically say "leave me alone",
Listen intently, what do you hear?
Laughter that sounds like it came from a deer,
A voice so boring it could turn paint dry,
Flightless birds to escape would fly,
A character so boring it would almost pass for mature,
About as interesting as a pile of manure,
Jokes spoken like it came from a seer,
Inducing not laughter but instead fear,
If by such values a man is judged,
Then I am but a man walking with a crutch,
But if face value never counts for much,
Why then do I sometimes feel such?
Would you look past the surface into a soul deep within,
To see the person inside my skin,
Past the funny hair-do and dressing style,
Past the blemished face and the weird smile,
Beyond our husks we are but the same,
A soul of identity, a soul with a name,
Why then are we treated differently, are our looks to blame?
Is surgery then the only option, so nature I can tame?
It may be difficult for you to really see,
Granted, my looks doesn't make things easy,
But will you put aside the values that be,
And take a closer look at me?
A child of God, just like you,
A child that God called beautiful,
A child of destiny, whatever His plans be,
A child of His, that's me,
Through trials and failures I have worked through,
By His strength which steers me true,
Wanting to be appreciated for the things I do,
Wanting to be loved, just like you,
Beneath the smiles and the laughter aloud,
Throbs a heart, in pain and in doubt,
Only His love sustains me throughout,
Telling me He loves me, taking me through drought,
A small favour I ask of thee,
But a single request, so you will see,
Will you put aside the perceptions that be,
And take a closer look at me?
That what you see if what you get,
So if you dress like a pauper or you dress like a king,
You either live with pride or regret,
Not so I say,
It shouldn't be this way,
To judge a man by his looks,
Would be like vindicating crooks,
Take a look at me,
What do you see?
A face of freckles,
A large pair of spectacles,
A too-big nose and a crooked smile,
Hair so thick it could stretch a mile,
Features seemingly etched in stone,
Looks that basically say "leave me alone",
Listen intently, what do you hear?
Laughter that sounds like it came from a deer,
A voice so boring it could turn paint dry,
Flightless birds to escape would fly,
A character so boring it would almost pass for mature,
About as interesting as a pile of manure,
Jokes spoken like it came from a seer,
Inducing not laughter but instead fear,
If by such values a man is judged,
Then I am but a man walking with a crutch,
But if face value never counts for much,
Why then do I sometimes feel such?
Would you look past the surface into a soul deep within,
To see the person inside my skin,
Past the funny hair-do and dressing style,
Past the blemished face and the weird smile,
Beyond our husks we are but the same,
A soul of identity, a soul with a name,
Why then are we treated differently, are our looks to blame?
Is surgery then the only option, so nature I can tame?
It may be difficult for you to really see,
Granted, my looks doesn't make things easy,
But will you put aside the values that be,
And take a closer look at me?
A child of God, just like you,
A child that God called beautiful,
A child of destiny, whatever His plans be,
A child of His, that's me,
Through trials and failures I have worked through,
By His strength which steers me true,
Wanting to be appreciated for the things I do,
Wanting to be loved, just like you,
Beneath the smiles and the laughter aloud,
Throbs a heart, in pain and in doubt,
Only His love sustains me throughout,
Telling me He loves me, taking me through drought,
A small favour I ask of thee,
But a single request, so you will see,
Will you put aside the perceptions that be,
And take a closer look at me?
P.S: I just felt inspired to write as to how I feel OCCASIONALLY....I am not chronically or even minorly depressed...I know God loves me....and my friends do too... =)
